Well, it seemed she hadn't succeeded in getting Deimos to engage in a distracting conversation, but he was at least responding. "I was not ever close to your father, no." Morgan joked, though she quickly went back to seriousness, not used to making light of things (and not sure she'd done it right). "I was close to mine. He was a Captain here, once. A good man." Her smile turned a little quieter and she glanced down at the floor, the same spot as Deimos had.
Her amusement did return slightly as Chulane managed to convince Deimos purely by setting him up against Loren; a rivalry she had not known of. The thought of it made her laugh and she stored it away for later, to ask them about when they were well.
With him having drunk, she put her hands behind her back and nodded to both Deimos and Chulane. "I have things I must do. It's good to know you are resting, Deimos. I will see you soon." A final smile later and she was turning heel, walking towards the door.
(Morgan is out!)
Her amusement did return slightly as Chulane managed to convince Deimos purely by setting him up against Loren; a rivalry she had not known of. The thought of it made her laugh and she stored it away for later, to ask them about when they were well.
With him having drunk, she put her hands behind her back and nodded to both Deimos and Chulane. "I have things I must do. It's good to know you are resting, Deimos. I will see you soon." A final smile later and she was turning heel, walking towards the door.
(Morgan is out!)
MORGAN
Snakes are biting at my heels
The worries that refuse to let us go
The worries that refuse to let us go
