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- INT. CONNACHT HOUSE. EVENING.
- Morrighan is sitting in front of a fire, clothed in her under armors, with a large cloth enveloping her the woman from the end of the last chapter sits down next to her, holding her hands out to warm herself. Morrighan is lost in thought, a pastime she finds herself engaging in more often since the beginning of this arc, and Reina decides to spark a conversation to get Morrighan out of her adrift gaze into the fire.
- REINA
- Winter’s been mighty harsh, hasn’t it?
- Morrighan turns and realizes she’s there for the first time, she readjusts herself in front of the fire.
- MORRIGHAN
- Aye, it’s really been something else. Thank you again so much for harboring me for the past few days, Reina, I’m ever so grateful.
- REINA
- Oh it’s no trouble at all. Gives me a chance to put my healing knowledge to good use. Nice having someone to talk to.
- Reina leans on Morrighan’s unhurt shoulder.
- REINA
- Do you mind?
- Morrighan shakes her head.
- MORRIGHAN
- In any case, your remedies have been working so far. I’ll have to go out and break in my body again.
- Brynn, the young son of Reina, no older than seven walks into the room, holding and looking as if he’d been rolling around in mud for the past hour.
- MORRIGHAN
- Oh, hello again, you.
- REINA
- Brynn! What on earth did you do to your clothes? And you should be in bed, it’s awfully late.
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