Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140614015650/@comment-12599067-20140617030418

Morrigan contemplated setting fire to Darius' tent but settled for returning to her seat before the fire, still looking quite upset with the the captain.

"That was some outburst, Morrigan," Volarano noted.

"It had to be said," she replied.

"I'm not saying it wasn't. I'm just surprised you spoke up."

"Something wrong with that?"

"Again, no. You just never really seemed interested in talking to... well, any of us, really. It would've been hard not to assume that you didn't talk much."

"What was I to do? Had you have known of what I am earlier, I don't think we'd be having this conversation. One of us would probably be dead," Morrigan answered. "Besides, no one ever spoke much to me, either. No one ever does."

"You don't have to be ashamed, Morrigan. I, for one, don't really care about your affliction. The way I see it, you've been nothing but an ally to us, and a valuable one at that. You're a great healer, if nothing else," Eirik offered.

Morrigan did not answer, sitting in sullen silence as she thought to herself.

"I wasn't always like this, you know," Morrigan announced after a few moments of quiet.