[Welcome to the club, though she only wishes that were the only excuse she has to use for avoiding the festivities. But then, she hasn't understood the use of them much either.
She pauses when she recognizes the scent and the voice, blinking. Oh spirits, this truly has messed with her head if she didn't recognize that one right away.
The scars are, thankfully, mostly on her back and magically healed. None on her face at all. Yet that doesn't stop Morrigan from blinking back surprise, taking a moment to focus before facing him completely. ...She can't quite help the automatic, slight and wry smile.]
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She pauses when she recognizes the scent and the voice, blinking. Oh spirits, this truly has messed with her head if she didn't recognize that one right away.
The scars are, thankfully, mostly on her back and magically healed. None on her face at all. Yet that doesn't stop Morrigan from blinking back surprise, taking a moment to focus before facing him completely. ...She can't quite help the automatic, slight and wry smile.]
Barabas.
[He may not be wrong about that hunch, either.]