[It's all Morgana can think of. It's all she can hold onto.]
Not long, I hope. [Drustan says nothing on her shoulder, but he fixes his eyes on Morgana's face. It's hard to read expressions in a chameleon, but there is something inherently disagreeing - and disappointed in him. It's been like this for months: he wants to forgive, and Morgana can't forget.]
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Not long, I hope. [Drustan says nothing on her shoulder, but he fixes his eyes on Morgana's face. It's hard to read expressions in a chameleon, but there is something inherently disagreeing - and disappointed in him. It's been like this for months: he wants to forgive, and Morgana can't forget.]
What are you doing here?