My cathedral is the badlands

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster “Amongst other things,” she says with a nod, though that single acquiescence doesn’t stop her from starting to leave. The apology itself stops her, one foot in front of the other, and she turns her head to hear what else the Captain has to say. Unfortunately, as she continues, Wessex rolls her eyes. “You mean people. Period. We are people, Captain.” Her eyes flash, cold as the mountains they’re surrounded by. Even in her anger, she manages to hold on to courtesies. “Unless you call the Attuned animals, too?” Still, something keeps her from either storming off or teleporting and leaving a void where she stands. “I can meet you somewhere in Snowcloak. Name the time and place.” Looking off towards the Citadel and surrounding area, Wessex makes her offer, testing to see if Morgan is genuine or just placating the demi-god.