What is childhood? The shadow of a thing that looms larger than either of them, something sharp that bites and claws, that places a hand on the shoulder at an unexpected moment as if to drag a body back through the years perhaps. For both of them too there are Templars though Morrigan's all died at least, chasing after a shrieking girl in a bog who never understood that part of the game was dangerous too.

What her son knows about the world as it is, cannot be helped, must be what they are to keep him alive, to make him ready. But he walks taller than she did at his age at least.

Heroes. Do any of them feel like heroes? Oghren, perhaps, when he has enough drink in him but such a title appended to her own name has never felt fitting, not entirely. A young woman with a plan, making a friend she had not thought to, and now she wonders where he is. Mostly, she hopes that he's well. Assures herself that somehow she would know in her bones that if he was lost to them that she'd feel it, she'd know it, surely she would, she would.

"Do you not have that now? As you are within the healers?" It's a genuine curiousity since she doesn't know how they actually govern themselves at all, if they answer to anyone or even each other. "I had thought you headed a mission of no small importance not so very long ago also."