so relieved to be going home

Morgan

Fear is dark but my love is a lantern
Shining up like coins in a fountain

Morgan stopped a couple of steps ahead of Neron, only noticing he had once she could no longer hear his footsteps. His question, hers turned back around, made her sigh, because honestly she didn't know. All of the reservations he mentioned were true, things she had considered before, and that wasn't all of it; she had never been a hopeless romantic and Morgan knew there were practical considerations before anything else.

"You are, indeed, Neron Launceleyn." She agreed dryly, sure that he would know that was a problem. "I also have thought about this: you are over a decade my junior and immortal." Really, all together, it made sense to conclude that they ought to never talk about it again, put any attraction away and remain professional from this point on...but even Morgan, who valued her practicalities over all else, felt a tug in her chest at that thought.

"With all that said..." She sighed, held a loose strand of hair and twirled it around her finger as she met Neron's eyes. "Maybe, if we kept it private, it would not hurt to see. What it might be like."

Hope is a tree sitting on a mountain where the grass don't grow
There's a sad old sea but my love is an island