Morgan was pushing a hand through her hair trying to get it behind her ears (usually she pinned or tied it back, but the last few days had been such a blur she supposed she must have forgotten) before she started again, when a sudden greeted cut through her training trance and to her mind. She turned, her eyes landing on a man she vaguely recognised from the Citadel but did not know anything of.
For a dreadful moment she thought he might be there to demand vengeance for a lost family member or love in the guard; it hadn't happened yet but she knew it was only a matter of time, until someone came to her full of grief and anger. Thankfully, he just seemed to give his name and even chipperly asked what she was doing, in a surprisingly casual way for the times.
"I am training." She explained, making an ice pillar easily with her magic and gesturing to it. "They make good temporary targets. With the grounds covered in the palace debris, I need to find a new way to train my guards."
