MORGAN
Zuriel's response wasn't much help; Morgan turned to Deimos as he spoke, sighing and furrowing her brow as she tried to think of what to do. There was no way she could leave the General to the mercy of the streets, unicorn or no; that said, if he wouldn't lead her to his house or anyone better suited to be his carer, she had no idea where to take him for safety.
"That's a shame. ....There is an infirmary in your temple, right?" She asked, the idea dawning with some relief: a beacon of hope. "Should I take you there? They might be able to care for your sickness and you could get some rest, General." Standing, Morgan held out a hand for Deimos to lift himself up with, hoping that he'd be willing to go with her (and that Zuriel would come too).
"That's a shame. ....There is an infirmary in your temple, right?" She asked, the idea dawning with some relief: a beacon of hope. "Should I take you there? They might be able to care for your sickness and you could get some rest, General." Standing, Morgan held out a hand for Deimos to lift himself up with, hoping that he'd be willing to go with her (and that Zuriel would come too).
Oh, my love, don't forsake me
Take what the water gave me
Take what the water gave me
