[Long ago, if someone had told her that she would worry about a young Orlesian woman of noble birth, Morrigan would have laughed in their face after a suitably scathing remark fit to strip several layers of flesh from them yet here she is, at Gwenaelle's door.

But then there are so few who know what it is to be the extension of another person, to want to be themselves though Morrigan had her plan in place when she left so she cannot mask her surprise at the sight before her, and why would she? She's remarkably open around the young lady in question as she steps inside, setting a hand on her arm.]

Of course, tis a strange time. [A worrying time, another person might say but they are both proud creatures and that much must still be allowed.] I had been meaning to thank you as well for Kieran, your name is said a great deal in our chambers of late.