"We just have to learn to corner our sensitivity.". That was all Merida could think about. "Pocahontas is right. I've got to corner the triggers." she zei to herself. She sat down in a chair and thought. She thought and thought for the volgende hour. As she thought, she triggered the stuff that made her lash out. That's when she figured it out.

1. Her anger ALWAYS got the best of her.
2. She'd cry half the time.
3. She thought Shang previously despised her because of her rebelliousness.
4. She thought Pocahontas would always keep secrets from her to betray her.
5. All of the above made her stay angry for weeks on end.
6. Most situations were just a big misunderstanding.

OK, 3 and 4 may not really be the cases, but they were pretty dang close. "Pocahontas would NEVER betray me, and me and Shang are vrienden now." Merida stated. She crossed those things off with a paintbrush. Mulan suddenly came into the room. Merida screamed slightly and jumped as she saw her. "You've been in here half the day. Are u alright?" Mulan cornered. "Oh, I'm fine now. I was just thinkin' about certain stuff." Merida replied.

"Like what?" Mulan asked. "How earlier today was a misunderstanding. Honestly, I'm glad you're not fumin' angry!" Merida answered. Mulan let out a slight laugh. "Well, Pocahontas just told me to corner what makes me sensitive. Now, I need some tips on what to do." Merida zei changing the subject. "Well, when you're angry, u can always meditate." Mulan suggested. Merida wasn't the type who would meditate. Yet, she agreed to give it a go.

"And when u feel like crying, just take a deep breath and think about all the things you've been blessed with." Mulan said. Merida was thankful everyday. Though, this taught her how to be extra thankful for the things she had. She jotted those things down. "Don't be too long. avondeten, diner will be ready soon." Mulan stated. Merida realized she was BAD starving. Having missed breakfast and lunch all together, she could eat a buffalo's fried remains.

"I can't wait to eat!" she said. That proved to be an under-statement, because at dinner, the young archer ate just about EVERYTHING! Pocahontas, however, didn't touch one thing. "I'm not hungry." she said. She politely walked away from the table. As she walked to the room she and John were staying in, she suddenly collapsed on the floor in a stabbing pain. She grabbed her stomach as the pains got worse. What could it be from? Was she about to lose the baby?