Morrighan watches how Demetre started to pack his tent and lays her armor in front of her. He says he's leaving but she isn't sure if he's kidding or if he's serious. Why should he be leaving already. Besides, the days are getting colder as the winter approaches. Morrighan has learned that it's not easy to survive winters, especially without a horse. But that's not her concern, is it? "Look.. I am sorry and I truly have to go, cya..." Morrighan's expression goes from rather annoyed to surprised. "Morgan, oh and I placed some dried out and salted meat in a pack on your horse, you know?" she nods slowly, "Ok.. Thanks."<br/>Morrighan stood there for a while. Watching how Demetre walked off. If he wanted to leave that bad, why would she follow him. So she puts her armor on and straps it tightly around her body. She then soon pulls her hood far over her eyes and gets on her horse. She can't help it but take another look at Demetre who shook his head for some sort of reason. Morrighan raises her eyebrow and sighs. That guy must be insane..