MORGAN
Walking past the bar, Morgan did turn her head to look at the odd display of glasses. As bizarre as it was, it did actually give her some hope for Neron's condition; at least he was able to balance things and make patterns, which gave her some faith he might be doing better than the General was, when she'd seen him."It is the least I could do." She replied as she came to stand by the fire, frowning as she saw Neron was so close. While she'd never seen it in real life, Morgan had been told that fire and heat didn't end well for the Ascended (and with the sheen of sweat on Neron's face, she wondered that he found it comfortable at all). For the moment though, she didn't say anything of it, instead going to sit in a chair opposite, though she pulled it away a little from the burning heat.
"...I didn't know that." Morgan's own mother told fortunes, though she had never used flame for it. "How do they interpret it into a fortune? Can you read them?" Perhaps that was what he was doing. An odd pastime, but Morgan supposed Neron was likely bored.
Fall upon your knees saying
"This is my body and soul here"
"This is my body and soul here"
