MORGAN
It really was quite the dramatic change, to go from knowing Deimos as a professional General to seeing him now confused, clearly out of his mind; unsure how to answer his question Morgan simply shook her head, hoping the lack of a response wouldn't make things worse. Still not quite touching him, she continued to guide him down the street, watching carefully to make sure his feet landed where they needed to and he wasn't leaning one way or another too badly.
"Zuriel...your unicorn. Yes." She remembered, and looked about for the man's companion: no where to be seen. "..Do you know where Zuriel is?"
She was beginning to feel very lost in this situation indeed, as the General informed her he didn't want to go home. At least 'thirsty' was a problem she could solve. "Oh, well--" Digging in her bag, Morgan brought out a waterskin and passed it to Deimos. "Look, let's..." Looking around them, she finally settled on an alcove with a bench: not quite the quiet solitude she'd wanted to calm him in, but better than the middle of the street. "Let's sit there, and I'll look at your head. Alright?"
"Zuriel...your unicorn. Yes." She remembered, and looked about for the man's companion: no where to be seen. "..Do you know where Zuriel is?"
She was beginning to feel very lost in this situation indeed, as the General informed her he didn't want to go home. At least 'thirsty' was a problem she could solve. "Oh, well--" Digging in her bag, Morgan brought out a waterskin and passed it to Deimos. "Look, let's..." Looking around them, she finally settled on an alcove with a bench: not quite the quiet solitude she'd wanted to calm him in, but better than the middle of the street. "Let's sit there, and I'll look at your head. Alright?"
Oh, my love, don't forsake me
Take what the water gave me
Take what the water gave me
