[ Not a good answer, however, and Morgana frowns slightly at him. It is still an adjustment to worry after another's well being, to care so much that at times it surprises herself - but in this moment she ignores the surprise that bubbles up in her chest, the odd feeling that lodges itself so nicely in her ribs. ]
Are you close? [ To her, or at least in flying distance. Do not think you can hide good sir. ]
no subject
Are you close? [ To her, or at least in flying distance. Do not think you can hide good sir. ]