"Arkh mien anorak.." She lets the words roll over her tongue a few times. She then looks at Demetre as he starts explaining that a woman once sang it to him. Morrighan nods that she understood and then remains silent to think about it. Although her mind soon drifts off to her own childhood. Did her mother or father sing for her when she was smaller? She couldn't remember what happened before the day that she lost her parents.<br/><br/>Demetre drags her back to reality as he says that he'll let her know when he remembers the words. She nods a bit happily as she is really curious about the words off the lullaby' like song. "But for now, you will have to deal with just the whistle part! You okay with that Morgan?" He asks her. Morrighan looks down at him again and nods. "Yeah, of course." She smiles as he continued whistling. Why was she so cheerful right now, she did not know.<br/><br/>There soon is a silhouette of a farm on the horizon. Morrighan stood up in her saddle and covers her eyes to block the sun. It was where her other horse was located but the farm looks abandoned right now. The farmer was probably at the market in the village. "There is your mount." She nods at the silhouette. "I warn you, it ain't a sweetheart." She seems serious, even though there is a slight grin on her face.