( another day, and a different worry - she might say yes. she would say yes - saying yes would be unnecessary, she'd have gone to morrigan first, buried her face in her skirts, been bolstered by the trust she's managed to build there, a rare and precious thing.
but it--
morrigan is proud of her. this doesn't feel like the sort of thing that would make her prouder. this feels like the sort of small, embarrassing thing better kept from her attention, because it isn't the impressive thing morrigan thinks she can be, just a silly little girl afraid of shadows. )
no subject
but it--
morrigan is proud of her. this doesn't feel like the sort of thing that would make her prouder. this feels like the sort of small, embarrassing thing better kept from her attention, because it isn't the impressive thing morrigan thinks she can be, just a silly little girl afraid of shadows. )
No,
( after a pause, quieter. )
No, thank you.