She was sleeping peacefully, rolled up in the blanket. Morrighan didn't dream about anything that night. It was already getting a bit warmer in the tent because of the setting sun. Her rest suddenly got interrupted as she heard someone shout, "Breakfast is served!" Morrighan immediately sits up and stares first at the piece of meat dangling above her head and then at Demetre holding it. There was no sign of amusement in the young woman's eyes, but only shock and confusion. Her hand was already on her weapon, but as she knew who the man was she let go of her dagger. "You could just say good morning." She growls back at him as she rubs her eyes. That idiot almost scared her to death.<br/><br/>Morrighan pushes away the meat that he had hanging above her and gets up. She then roughly pushes Demetre out of the tent without saying another word. As she felt a soft breeze brushing through her hair she looked around. As she was biting her lip she looked back at Demetre. "Damon.." She then frowns and shakes her head. "Never mind.." Her concentration goes back to her horse as he approaches her. She checks if everything was still attached to her saddle. Bow, Arrows, Sword, Blanket, Bags. The expression on Morrighan's face remained a bit annoyed, but she kept herself in. She didn't want to shout, yell and curse this early in the morning. She rubs her eyes again and yawns. Morrighan is not a morning person at all.