A moment to press her palm to cool glass that ripples beneath it to the touch of magic as it has so many times before when she has had a need of it, and one last parting glance to the door that guards it. Morrigan is the last through her eluvian after giving the warning to all who will travel through it with her; necessity hardly means she must be happy about any of this.

She and Merrill had an agreement. An understanding about such things. And she is very clear that even the edge of a word to anyone no matter who they might be, no matter their character, and her wrath will be severe. For all that Morrigan is quiet, there is no mistaking that she is a Witch of the Wilds, a daughter of Flemeth in that moment of the warning.

Venatori hardly surprise her, not after her own eluvian almost slipped through her fingers barely more than half the year ago. Ellana and Inessa are hurling lightning and ice? Well, she can help them along with a Vulnerability Hex.