Morrighan shakes her head as Demetre says that she should go first. But then starts walking anyways. This man just couldn't make up his mind, could he? She gets more comfortable on her saddle and rides next to Demetre. She looks at him and notices that his muscular arms are tensed. Apparently that was something that most rogues and hunters did.<br/><br/>Morrighan listens to his whistling and enjoys the tune. It seems to match the song of the birds. It sounded beautiful and calming. Even Delduwath had his ears pointed towards the man walking next to him and looked at him with interest. Morrighan pats his neck and brushes his manes with her fingers as she continues listening to the lullaby-like song. "What's the name of the song that you whistle?" She asks after a while. "Can you sing it?" She didn't even know if there was a text within this song. But she liked it a lot.<br/><br/>The sun was burning on her skin as she sat on Delduwath. It has become warm again. Morrighan notices that the weather is changing a lot lately. One day it's cold, then it's warm and then it's raining. You never knew with periods like this, but she knew it would get cold soon. The kind of cold that you'd rather not be traveling in. But you sometimes have no choice.