Were Morwenna feeling fanciful with her feelings she might have said that the fire beginning to burn was an apt symbol of where her relationship with Elinor was going but she was too tired, and far too defeated, to feel anything other than despair. Tears sprang to her eyes again but Morwenna had not risen to her current position without having an iron grasp on her emotions even in company that she cared for and she blinked them away.

“Bloody smoke,” she muttered idly, with no doubt Elinor would know she was lying. “I think I can manage from here, my dear,” if she could save Elinor from some awkwardness then at least she might sleep a little easier. "I don't know how to thank you."

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MJ knows my soul rings to the rune of this iconic hat