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"Shit shit shit," Night cursed, eyes wide as she clung to the statue. Her knees felt wobbly and unsafe from the jump and her stomach was mixing with multiple emotions. Her gaze was plastered to the ground as if that was the only place she could go from here. "What's the big idea?" she cried, twirling around to stare at him. She always hated jumping, it messed it messed with her in more ways than one. She would feel sick and afraid while experiencing mood swings. It would only last for a minute or so but usually it didn't have to. The jumper would be dead by the time she was fully recover. For the first time since she had met him she got a real look at him. Strong, well built, clearly not afraid of hights. Her dark brown eyes narrowed as she waited for an answer.