"I've never heard of such a thing," Ciaran mused.
She heard Cal sigh, "Now would not be the time to be proud of her abilities. Now would be the time to panic."
"There's no reason to panic," Cairan said smoothly. "So long as you do not recreate such an atrocious incidence, which I trust you shall not, it should all go well. You said she was merely attaching parallel instances, not all her memories."
Cal bit back defensively, "You seem to have conveniently forgotten than I am not the only one here who has tried to kill her. I was trying to save her. What's your excuse?"
When Ciaran spoke, it held a warning tone, "I would not be accusing the person who brought you out of the grave, lest they put you back in."
Cal rose angrily, knowing in a contest of strength, he would lose. Instead he stalked towards the table where Killan urgently swiped the sigil away.
"Yes, Morgan, I'm sorry about that," Killan said easily, winking at her, "but I thought it was for the best."
Morgan replied, "Just don't do anything stupid again." She turned to Cal, "All done, then?"
Cal nodded sharply, but didn't reply.
Morgan pretended she didn't know why he was angry, "Are you all right?"
Cal nodded again, a muscle in his jaw twitching.
Morgan stood up and began walking toward the table, where Ciaran looked up at her with glittering awareness.
"Hear anything interesting?" Ciaran asked, pointing to the drawing on the table.
Morgan smiled guiltily, "So, you knew about that, huh?"
She heard Cal sigh, "Now would not be the time to be proud of her abilities. Now would be the time to panic."
"There's no reason to panic," Cairan said smoothly. "So long as you do not recreate such an atrocious incidence, which I trust you shall not, it should all go well. You said she was merely attaching parallel instances, not all her memories."
Cal bit back defensively, "You seem to have conveniently forgotten than I am not the only one here who has tried to kill her. I was trying to save her. What's your excuse?"
When Ciaran spoke, it held a warning tone, "I would not be accusing the person who brought you out of the grave, lest they put you back in."
Cal rose angrily, knowing in a contest of strength, he would lose. Instead he stalked towards the table where Killan urgently swiped the sigil away.
"Yes, Morgan, I'm sorry about that," Killan said easily, winking at her, "but I thought it was for the best."
Morgan replied, "Just don't do anything stupid again." She turned to Cal, "All done, then?"
Cal nodded sharply, but didn't reply.
Morgan pretended she didn't know why he was angry, "Are you all right?"
Cal nodded again, a muscle in his jaw twitching.
Morgan stood up and began walking toward the table, where Ciaran looked up at her with glittering awareness.
"Hear anything interesting?" Ciaran asked, pointing to the drawing on the table.
Morgan smiled guiltily, "So, you knew about that, huh?"