INT. CONNACHT HOUSE. EVENING.
A poor winter home. MORRIGHAN is laid on a straw floor. Her wounds are bound in linen, save for open portions where a WOMAN empties a small jar of maggots. MORRIGHAN snaps back into the waking world but the WOMAN holds her down.
WOMAN
Don’t struggle! You’ll crush the maggots. They need to do their purpose.

MORRIGHAN starts breathing heavily.

MORRIGHAN
Where is he?

The WOMAN looks at MORRIGHAN, almost happy.

WOMAN
I saw him too. Looked like one of the Gods themselves plucked you out of the woods and brought you here. He even spoke, told me you’d live through the night.

MORRIGHAN slows her breath and goes a little limp on the floor.

MORRIGHAN
Most kind of him.

WOMAN
And you were screaming awful fierce! We sent some young men out into the woods to try and kill whatever beast must’ve mauled you.

The WOMAN waits for MORRIGHAN to say something, but MORRIGHAN remains silent. The WOMAN takes a few steps away.

MORRIGHAN
Do you know who I am?

WOMAN
No stranger, was rather hoping you’d tell me.

MORRIGHAN
...Have you ever heard of Cichol of the Fomor?

The woman looks at MORRIGHAN skeptically.

WOMAN
I think my great uncle used to tell stories about him. Killed some awful things, was a big hero or something yeah? One of the good ones?

MORRIGHAN looks up at the ceiling, the winds outside howl.

MORRIGHAN
So it would seem.
(End of Ch 10)
(CH 11)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? Been inside all day but you still look freezing!

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. I’m managing. 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 though.

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.