Morwenna frowned as she took him in. He didn't look any worse than he had last time - certainly no more tired and drawn than she herself probably looked - but there was a skittishness about him that she had not anticipated. They had understood each other last time had they not? True, nothing had been said for definite but why on earth would he think she wanted him especially otherwise?

“You needn't look so nervous, you know?" She said with a twist of her lips and an ironic tilt of her head. “I don't bite."

He simply had to get it from that didn't he? She could hardly just come out and say something but if they could at least be on the same page it would make the viewpoint she hoped to get across considerably more relevant.

“Well, at least no more than you do I daresay.”

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