Somehow Elena's submissiveness only makes Morrighan more irritated. She's not sure if she would prefer someone who retaliated. Between her usual short temper and fluctuating hormones from the pregnancy, she wouldn't turn down a fight. It probably wouldn't be in the baby's best interest, but it would surely help her let off some steam.However, the woman apologizes and it's likely that things won't escalate to that point. The lip biting does not go unnoticed and, at the least, this mare has figured out her place here. It doesn't take most long and then she usually never sees them again as they high-tail it out. For whatever reason though, this one isn't leaving, even after she explains her reason for being here (which is a pretty bad explanation anyway).
"A friend?" the Regent asks, raising a brow. "Who is this friend? And what's your name?" She realizes the woman never gave her identity, but she's also curious if she might know who this "friend" is. It might provide more helpful context (such as if it's Antiope, Morr won't have a reason to interrogate her so strongly).
There is a moment that Morr thinks the woman is going to leave after all, but she hesitates. Instead, she comments on the Regent's demeanor. Morr's eyes grow wide from the nerve this stranger has. Who does she think she is? She's about to ask this question when the palomino goes on to suggest they go shopping and get Morr a scarf.
"What?!" is all she manages to spit out at first, blinking a few times out of disbelief. In what world would she ever want a scarf? They're itchy and bulky looking. It would just end up being quick kindling for a fire she'll very likely start soon. "I don't wear scarves," she scoffs. This is getting ridiculous.
Her eyes drift to the direction of the bar and she so badly wants to drink after all this. Yet another thing that would not be good for the baby. The thought has crossed her mind anyway, but for whatever reason she wants to keep the baby alive and healthy.
"Now if you can find me something as strong as alcohol without the alcohol, I will gladly take that," she grumbles. Morrighan's not even sure why she's still here herself. Maybe it's because she has nothing else to do but puke for the billionth time today. It'll be a miracle if this woman might actually know of the remedy she suggested, but she's curious to find out.
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