Oil and Smoke

Morgan

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

Morgan did chuckle at that; she was glad that her council had found ways to relax though. Their work was stressful, so much responsibility in their hands and on their shoulders. That tension had to come out somewhere, whether on a training ground or on a spa table.

Hotaru made an interesting, slightly depressing point; that as Abandoneds they might skip the God's notice entirely, be able to make neutrality their position simply because no one cared to ask what their position was. Her being Abandoned was certainly why she'd been able to go this long without swearing any allegiances, but Morgan was aware of who she was - as a leader of a region, respected and powerful...in a war, soon enough they would want to know who she stood with.

She was unsure how much time had passed, but finally it felt as if her body were made of liquid and Hotaru's hands left her. With a smile, Morgan sat up and stretched, bringing the towel around her chest. "Thank you. I feel...relaxed. For the first time in a while. I think your services here could be very useful for Halo indeed."

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