[She's still wearing the dress she arrived in, though at least it's been laundered; she doesn't look like she came from battle anymore. But the tear is still visible, half hidden by the dress itself and the way she sits, but it's there that her hand goes, brushing over it silently.]
A sword, [she says softly, and not for the first time wonders how Arthur got a dragon's breath-forged blade. Emrys, no doubt: she's learned to blame everything inexplicable on him. Morgana shifts, dragging her thoughts away from that moment forcibly.]
If you're looking for a return of favors, I hope you'll wait until I remember what you did for me.
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A sword, [she says softly, and not for the first time wonders how Arthur got a dragon's breath-forged blade. Emrys, no doubt: she's learned to blame everything inexplicable on him. Morgana shifts, dragging her thoughts away from that moment forcibly.]
If you're looking for a return of favors, I hope you'll wait until I remember what you did for me.