Chulane was Morgan's most trusted council member (he'd proven himself again and again to be competent and reliable, which was what she needed) and so she often asked him to accompany her on business; especially when it came to matters of sustainability and food within the Citadel. They were on one such trip out to the Tundra to see a few farming experiments, Morgan talking to him about some intricate detail of policy, when the clear silhouette of a body against the snow caught her attention.
"Look, there. Do you see that?" She asked, walking faster to see if she was mistaken. The last time there'd been a body at the gates, Zariah had been dead: Morgan really didn't care for this trend of corpses showing up uninvited at the Citadel.
When she got close enough to see who it was, she gasped. "General?!" Morgan knelt down, now hoping for entirely different reasons that this was more than just a body. A quick feel of his pulse and the back of her hand to sense his breath confirmed that he was alive, but in a bad way. Looking back to Chulane (and in the process noticing Zuriel, who she had not seen in the presence of the figure in the snow) she was clearly very shocked to see Deimos here, when he had been struggling to even navigate the streets of his own home.
"Can you help me lift him, Chulane? We need to get him out of the snow." She asked, plans immediately dropped, Morgan going to try and lift one side of Deimos, balancing her shoulder beneath his arm.
"Look, there. Do you see that?" She asked, walking faster to see if she was mistaken. The last time there'd been a body at the gates, Zariah had been dead: Morgan really didn't care for this trend of corpses showing up uninvited at the Citadel.
When she got close enough to see who it was, she gasped. "General?!" Morgan knelt down, now hoping for entirely different reasons that this was more than just a body. A quick feel of his pulse and the back of her hand to sense his breath confirmed that he was alive, but in a bad way. Looking back to Chulane (and in the process noticing Zuriel, who she had not seen in the presence of the figure in the snow) she was clearly very shocked to see Deimos here, when he had been struggling to even navigate the streets of his own home.
"Can you help me lift him, Chulane? We need to get him out of the snow." She asked, plans immediately dropped, Morgan going to try and lift one side of Deimos, balancing her shoulder beneath his arm.
MORGAN
Snakes are biting at my heels
The worries that refuse to let us go
The worries that refuse to let us go
