It's hard to read Morrigan here, but Carver's not particularly worried about it. He might have some answers that Morrigan needs, so why not? As he looks at her, he recognizes the eyes. Right, he should have known. The same yellow, narrow eyes as her mother.
"She was... well, cryptic and a tad infuriating, but Marian kept up with her well enough." Both clever tongued women. They suited each other, in a way. "She got us out of Ferelden, and Merrill... said some words in elven over the amulet and, poof. There she was. 'A bit of security, should the inevitable occur, and if I know my Morrigan, it already has.' I don't know what you did, but she was anticipating it." The witch thought ahead, he could give her that much credit. Whether or not that bode well for anyone remains to be seen. "So she's around somewhere, I reckon. If and when she pops back up, well, it'll be on her own terms and on her own time."
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"She was... well, cryptic and a tad infuriating, but Marian kept up with her well enough." Both clever tongued women. They suited each other, in a way. "She got us out of Ferelden, and Merrill... said some words in elven over the amulet and, poof. There she was. 'A bit of security, should the inevitable occur, and if I know my Morrigan, it already has.' I don't know what you did, but she was anticipating it." The witch thought ahead, he could give her that much credit. Whether or not that bode well for anyone remains to be seen. "So she's around somewhere, I reckon. If and when she pops back up, well, it'll be on her own terms and on her own time."