[her expression shifts - something between an exasperated grimace and a very, very strained smile. it'd be almost comical if morga didn't have a weapon pointed down to kiss skin and feathers, though maybe that just makes it that much better. or worse. can it be both? it's probably both. jokes were never her forte, which is why she usually left that up to julian.
brushing it aside, morga shakes her head and drops her gaze to the feathers scattered across his sides. at the patches down the length of his torso, to his shoulders... and back to the spot she's "pointing" to.]
You took two blows meant for me. The second only after the fact, but if you didn't I...
[she doesn't know if she'd be standing here today. sure, she'd suffered worse injuries in the past but that had been when she had a full clan to fall back on while she healed. alone? morga probably would've died of blood loss or something else.]
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[her expression shifts - something between an exasperated grimace and a very, very strained smile. it'd be almost comical if morga didn't have a weapon pointed down to kiss skin and feathers, though maybe that just makes it that much better. or worse. can it be both? it's probably both. jokes were never her forte, which is why she usually left that up to julian.
brushing it aside, morga shakes her head and drops her gaze to the feathers scattered across his sides. at the patches down the length of his torso, to his shoulders... and back to the spot she's "pointing" to.]
You took two blows meant for me. The second only after the fact, but if you didn't I...
[she doesn't know if she'd be standing here today. sure, she'd suffered worse injuries in the past but that had been when she had a full clan to fall back on while she healed. alone? morga probably would've died of blood loss or something else.]