Morgan
You've been holding on a long time
And all this longing
Loren's 'compromise' didn't so much get rid of the problem as much as delay it, but Morgan nodded; over the night she could work out a way to cover the bite marks. As much as she did feel fine, there was a part of her that wanted to go anyway; Loren's insistence that she was apparently obviously ill was beginning to make her worry. "Fine. I will come tomorrow and you can poke and prod as much as you want."
Assuming that was all Loren had to say, she nodded and looked back down to her desk. "Thank you for the information about the Order. I have not decided what to do about it yet, but I am certain we haven't heard the last of them."
{FIN}
And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us
