making me feel glad that I'm not you

Morgan

Snakes are biting at my heels
The worries that refuse to let us go

"Mm." At the punch to her arm, playfully meant or not, Morgan went to stand up, finding that she had far too much on her mind for this kind of banter, which had never really been her forte anyway (unless it came from Neron, apparently).

She was sure her story would not match up to his expectations, which were likely of salacious nights and wild encounters. "Very reasonable. I approached them asking for a way to protect our Citadel during the Deepfrost, and they have made us a plan to achieve just that. As well as providing a very nice dinner." It had certainly been Morgan's best experience with the Gods so far and if they could continue to be so reasonable to work with, she supposed she might eventually change her mind on them in general.

The idea of getting back to the group was a good one. Morgan nodded in agreement and as soon as Saiden was ready, began to walk.

{FIN}

I've been kicking them away
Been hoping not to let them take control