Morgan was eager to get on with the sunbeam as well; as much as she wished every day that they would successfully navigate peace throughout the war and not need the defenses, they were a prudent exercise to take, especially after the Citadel had been taken once before. The next time Old God extremists tried to take her seat, she'd die before she walked out.
"Sah." She nodded as she got close, giving him a quick smile. "Understandably, Neron won't be helping with this part. Do you know who else might be coming?" With her hands in the pockets of a large, fur-lined coat, different from her usual cloak, Morgan looked comfier, more casual. She glanced out over the snow, where patches of brighter light broke the usual grey. "I do wonder how we will judge what the sunniest part is."
