[Morrigan looks at the bear and sighs. She would have simply hopped onto his back, but that's fine... she supposes. At least she won't smell like wet bear.]
Bah, 'tis not as though we have been underwater for months. One would think anyone would rather enjoy the sun's warmth for a time. ...Unless they burn easily, at any rate.
[She doesn't; not by a long shot. Thank you, probably Chasind father. Or magic. Either or.]
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Bah, 'tis not as though we have been underwater for months. One would think anyone would rather enjoy the sun's warmth for a time. ...Unless they burn easily, at any rate.
[She doesn't; not by a long shot. Thank you, probably Chasind father. Or magic. Either or.]