As Quanil explained that what lay before them was a wonder puddle, something that wouldn't sound out of place in the average children's book, Morgan felt like she was being joked with..but she couldn't deny what she'd seen in the reflection, what she still saw when she caught her own older eyes in the puddle.
"Morgan. It was satisfactory. Still alive in older age, which is more than my father." She'd always assumed she'd be dead in her 40s at the latest, so if what the puddle showed was true, it meant she had weathered the storms to come for the time being, at least. "Yours was good, then? If you believe your parents would doubt it. ...Oh, and your name?"