As Noah introduced himself Morgan went to lean on the battlement rise next to him, putting the cup down by her feet. "Morgan Aristomache." She gave back, even though she knew he likely was already aware. For the moment, she didn't want to be the captain; just wanted to be herself for once, just a person among others. Without the crushing responsibility and blame on her shoulders.
"..Right. Do you think you could help make me a list, then?" Morgan asked, voice tired. It was good to get tasks sorted, but she had come up here for a momentary break from the duty. Still, she'd never turn down the chance to help her guard, especially not in the final way she could.
After that though he went to give names; ones that she recognised, but he added on stories, families...taking a heavy breath Morgan lowered her head into her hands, covering her eyes and not moving, not wanting to hear it. It was the truth, the reality of war that she had long pretended to be aware of, but now? When it was presented like this, when it was her fault? "...Please, no more. Not right now."
