Things Better Left Unsaid

Morgan

I will not be told where to stand
I will not be told what to say

Morgan sat behind her desk with her face more serious than it even was usually, stormy eyes watching the door and waiting for her guest. After the last 'meeting' in the Hall had occurred she had decided to inform Loren of his dismissal whenever she last saw him...but then he had actually gone to the Voice, had given her the metal and enabled the cure for all who needed it. It had made her reconsider.

Amalia was still very much in her bad books, but Amalia wasn't on her council. One thing was for sure: her and Loren needed to have a talk. While Morgan wasn't often in the business of delivering hefty reprimands, trying to be forgiving when she had the chance to be, this situation would irk her if she did not strongly discuss it with Loren.

Having asked her guards to find him in the Citadel if he reappeared, they were to (gently) guide him to the Council Hall for a meeting with her. She'd had word of his arrival only ten minutes before and had spent the time thinking of what to say, hands folded before her and her foot tapping against the floor the only sign of anything other than calm.

Not by you
Not by anyone tonight