A hazard of living alone again after becoming accustomed to company. All those thoughts rattling around the head might come out of the mouth but aren't they all lying to themselves and the world by some degree? Aren't they overdue these truths?

"Tell a person you were there at some terrible moment, out their life spills in your hands. No rush to chase after it as it all unspools." Wardens, heroes, those who travel with them afflicted in the same way by the being there when fate dealt her hand.

Morrigan arches a brow but- but she hadn't asked overmuch of what he'd done. Where he'd been. They thing they step around, salvation in the shape of a boy who wears the shadow of his face more comfortably the more he sprouts in southern sun. "I was unaware he made his way this far, imagining him where I haven't seen him personally is... difficult even now. A new life though, that is the deal? Wardens will take you, call you brother or sister if you shoulder the duty well."

If you have a mouth made for the keeping of secrets.

"Forgive me, the Winter Palace 'ere the separation you were a capable figure." A lot of them she can see in cells. Stocks. Gutters. Teren...a little harder to stretch the mind.