I would caution you to be careful whom you say that to, if you value having your hearing intact, Beleth Ashara is the last one to bring up elven history around. [A little levity can be allowed, though there's a particular sigh from Morrigan since her few encounters with the young woman have grated on her. But she is careful now to keep certain opinions very much to herself, instead watching him.

How many years did she do this as a girl? Ever on the outskirts looking in on others, better still as a bird, as a cat, as a dog or sometimes more daringly as a wolf from some hidden spot.

Old habits, she gives herself a shake, drawing the hood of her robe up when the chill prickles the back of her neck.]

I am hardly the one to judge either way. [It's almost an apology. Almost.] Sometimes change is what sets a person free, no matter if they fight it with every fibre of their being. But I do know something, about choosing a path of mine own and not the one another would have seen fit for me, tis not quite so easy as some think. There are always pieces left behind.

[There will always be a little girl staring down at her tear-stained face in a shattered golden mirror as the mud of the Korcari Wilds swallowed it when her mother cast it down in anger.]