Teren isn't the only one; something that had tightened and coiled in Morrigan's spine settles because-- well not simply because Kieran cares for him so, because he has kept their secret and the lad safe but they made it through this much and she wouldn't see him dead here, buried amidst smoke and petticoats.
"Are you wounded?" She asks, ignoring the other requests for the moment as she gives him a good once-over, tugging down the cloth over her mouth because yes Alistair you will see all of her scowls you are in person to witness. "Perhaps we take the slim chance they might have the collective wits for gratitude this night," Morrigan suggests once she's tugged it into place, and years ago she would have shrugged, let them be left to their fate but well.
She's changed. He's changed her hasn't he?
"Do let me know about the door, webbing holds longer than one might think." But she offered to look for three other people, so there's a puff of purple smoke lost amidst the rest and a familiar crow squawking moments later. Might help to get a better view of things for them anyway.
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"Are you wounded?" She asks, ignoring the other requests for the moment as she gives him a good once-over, tugging down the cloth over her mouth because yes Alistair you will see all of her scowls you are in person to witness. "Perhaps we take the slim chance they might have the collective wits for gratitude this night," Morrigan suggests once she's tugged it into place, and years ago she would have shrugged, let them be left to their fate but well.
She's changed. He's changed her hasn't he?
"Do let me know about the door, webbing holds longer than one might think." But she offered to look for three other people, so there's a puff of purple smoke lost amidst the rest and a familiar crow squawking moments later. Might help to get a better view of things for them anyway.