Morgan caught up with Liadan outside the house. She was stretching out on her beach towel at the side of the pool, obviously intending to ignore everything that had just happened. Understanding her feelings, Morgan decided to let it go also, and similarly laid out.

After a few minutes of quiet reflection for both, Liadan asked abruptly, "You really haven't slept with Giomanch?"

"Uh, no," Morgan replied, clearly conveying that she didn't want to discuss it.

Liadan ignored her thinly-veiled hints, "Why?"

"I guess he just doesn't want to," Morgan finally answered.

"That's not right, all guys want to have sex," Liadan protested.

"Well, actually, I think he wants to have sex, seeing as – you know – Bran exists and all," Morgan paused, then blurted out, "I think he just doesn't want to have sex with me."

"But I was there when he said all those lovely things about you," Liadan observed.

"Yes, he speaks well," Morgan grimaced, "But when it comes to it, we just never have. At first I thought that he wanted to be responsible, that's why we didn't go through with it before he went north. But after he came back, we still never got around to it. And now we are living in the same house, and he won't even look at me, as Cal so kindly pointed out."

"It can't be that, Morgan," Liadan assured her. "There has to be something else to it."

"Yeah, that, or I am just completely unsexy," Morgan replied sarcastically.