“morgan!” she shouted
morgan sat up drowsily, and □□iled “shawn,” she murmured “shawn child what are you doing with your windwolf”
shawn advanced and lifted the glass animal high above her head “you lied to me we’ve never gone anywhere we’re still in the ruined city, and it’s still deepwinter”
morgan’s face was somber “you don’t know what you’re saying” she got shakily to her feet “are you going to hit me with that thing, child i’m not afraid of it once you held a sword on me, and i wasn’t afraid of you then, either i am morgan, full-of-magic you cannot hurt me, shawn”
“i want to leave,” shawn said “
ing me my blades and my clothing, my old clothing i’m going back to carinhall i am a woman of carin, not a child you’ve made a child of me
ing me food too”
morgan giggled “so serious and if i don’t”
“if you don’t,” shawn said, “then i’ll throw this right through your window” she hefted the windwolf for emphasis
“no,” morgan said her expression was unreadable “you don’t want to do that, child”
“i will,” shawn said “unless you do as i say”
“you