[She doesn't bother replying, killing the feed instead. For a moment, a long moment, she doesn't move. It's only Tris' whine that makes her blink. Palming the dogs head, scratching behind her ears, Morgana rises and heads for the door, leaving Tris behind.
She takes her time. What hurry is there to say good bye - if that is indeed what this is, she reminds herself, though in honesty she doesn't think there's much of a question. Charles should leave. He should never have come back. But her stomach still twists.
At his door, she steels herself, and finally knocks.]
[Spam]
She takes her time. What hurry is there to say good bye - if that is indeed what this is, she reminds herself, though in honesty she doesn't think there's much of a question. Charles should leave. He should never have come back. But her stomach still twists.
At his door, she steels herself, and finally knocks.]