Hearing the news about Deimos' wife was certainly awkward; Morgan sucked in air through her teeth, wishing she'd never mentioned the woman before. At least it seemed like Deimos was too lost in his own mind to be too offended. She listened as he listed off titles; she didn't know who most of them referred to (faintly, Morgan recalled 'the Penumbra' might have been the old Queen of the Grounds, but it was clear he was speaking of lost friends.
Her heart ached and she knelt before him, if he would allow it taking one of his hands. Before her was a good man, a strong man, one who had fallen on hard times, but who she would not judge on his worst moments. "Well. The Glacier is here and she is going to help you. Not because I have to, but because I want to." Hoping he took that to heart, Morgan stood, nodding to Chulane to help her lift Deimos again.
"Come on. Let's go to where you can be laid down." Hopefully, he could fall asleep and be relieved from his clear mental torment for a while soon.
Her heart ached and she knelt before him, if he would allow it taking one of his hands. Before her was a good man, a strong man, one who had fallen on hard times, but who she would not judge on his worst moments. "Well. The Glacier is here and she is going to help you. Not because I have to, but because I want to." Hoping he took that to heart, Morgan stood, nodding to Chulane to help her lift Deimos again.
"Come on. Let's go to where you can be laid down." Hopefully, he could fall asleep and be relieved from his clear mental torment for a while soon.
MORGAN
Snakes are biting at my heels
The worries that refuse to let us go
The worries that refuse to let us go
