Kieran hadn't begged to see them. Had wheedled, had huffed, had come very dangerously close to a pout she first saw on the face of the man who gave him his nose ten years ago and in the end, Morrigan relents. She takes him carefully by the hand to the griffons; after their long absence, after the darkness that almost seemed to swallow her in Kirkwall she's willing (more than willing) to indulge him.

Kain will hear the child's voice first, hushed but excited as he tries not to disturb the beasts too much, half a question carrying. "--all coming back?"

"Perhaps." Morrigan's voice is warm and indulgent in a way it only ever is with Kieran. "You recall Merrill? She is very fond of these griffons, perhaps we might find her if you wish to recount tales of these griffons later."