[Morrigan looks up to meet his gaze. There are faint lines along her exposed arm that are remniscent of cuts and electrical burns that have healed by now, but the haunted look is similar. Even as the corners of her lips curl up. See? Not dead or dying. Just as she refused to promise outright.]

What we found wasn't candy or sunshine, either. [Her tone flat and doesn't quite carry the same hint of underlying cruelty or snark. She's tired, so very tired but there's work to be done. Information to trade among other things. Though she can answer a few things before moving to slowly lean against the opposite wall.]

...We were split up and hunted. The creature down below toyed with our fears and made them a reality, just like my magic back home does. [And certain demons, but she doesn't say that. Instead she answers the last question.] Either they are on their way up, or dead.