The General doesn’t know how the Glacier looked behind her desk prior to all this; she’d never encountered the Warden in the midst of paperwork and minutiae. Their run-ins had always consisted of doing things, so it seems a little strange to see her here, now, perhaps as strange as it had been when the Abandoned had been in the Town Hall. If she notices something different about Morgan, Wessex refrains from commenting, entering silently and finding the offered seat.
And of course, the General waves away the thanks with a flick of her hand and a shake of her head. “It was nothing. A win-win situation, and plus, I owed you one.” She takes her debts very seriously, and that statement is quite serious. She'd have come, even if it wasn't a win-win situation.
Wessex crosses her legs and leans back, clasping her hands in front of her. “How are you doing?” she asks - and wondering if Morgan is anything like she is, where very few people ask her that question.
And of course, the General waves away the thanks with a flick of her hand and a shake of her head. “It was nothing. A win-win situation, and plus, I owed you one.” She takes her debts very seriously, and that statement is quite serious. She'd have come, even if it wasn't a win-win situation.
Wessex crosses her legs and leans back, clasping her hands in front of her. “How are you doing?” she asks - and wondering if Morgan is anything like she is, where very few people ask her that question.
The Wraith
the bright
the thing in the night
the bright
the thing in the night
Wessex
