When Morrigan opened her eyes to stare into the white fog of the outer bounds, she felt relief. She looked down at her body and found it as ever, but also less real, and changed. Her hair moved around her like a silvery cloud, like suspended underwater. She blinked and became aware of the additional eye that must be somewhere on her head, but she was not quite sure where and she had no mirror. A gift from the watchman, it seemed. She was unsure if it actually assisted her in seeing. Morrigan had gone far and acquired some scars in the name of illumination. To appear changed in this realm accordingly to the principle she was most dedicated to was part and parcel of the deal.

She heard a voice and felt a tug at the cord she held in her hand. It appeared to be of silver and gold and it was finely woven, much finer than the haphazard braid she made over in the waking world. Morrigan clothed herself in a gown that shared the color of the fog and she made a step and lightly pulled on the tether. Suddenly, Professor Lyra appeared next to her — or to be more precise, Morrigan appeared next to Professor Lyra.

"Hello," she said. "We're in the bounds. That is the outermost part of this realm."

She looked at Themis Lyra, trying to ascertain if she was different than before. Perhaps, where Morrigan's own form became less tangible, the other woman looked more vital.

"We could take another look at your scar," suggested Morrigan. "See if something reveals itself over here."

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