Oil and Smoke

Morgan

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

Once Morgan would have considered going to a spa something of the utmost unnecessary indulgence, almost embarrassing to attend. As she'd gotten older though, she'd come to appreciate the moments of relaxation she could get and had found that instead of shameful, they were actually vital to her continued hard work. Upon hearing about the reopening of the spa, she decided that it sounded like something she could do with.

What specifically was stressing her out? The nature of her job and responsibilities were such that she was constantly a little stressed; there was always something new to handle.

She entered the building a little nervous, tucking her hair behind her ear; it was odd: Morgan could face entire armies with nothing but a deep breath and determination, but the idea of having to strip her armour and be touched by someone new was ever so slightly unnerving (especially with the faded, but still noticeable, marks on her chest where Neron had taken his fill). Still, she continued, smiling at Hotaru as she caught sight of her.

"Hotaru. It's been a long time. I heard you are open for business here? I would be interested in...well. What do you offer, exactly?" Morgan asked, realising she didn't really know what was involved.

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