"And on the subject of him taking no mate but myself?" Morigan asked bluntly, grey eyes lowered. She didn't truly expect and answer, and so she continued, standing and looking down at the base of the dais.<br/><br/>She stared at the thing silently, graceful brow lowering. "Very well." she said softly, brushing her hands over her dressing gown. She was very pale, not made for the outdoors, and did NOT look forward to their travels. "I will have my things packed. I expect you will meet me on the morrow, unless it is imperative we leave this evening?" she continued, her soft, trilling voice barely audible. She was obviously not very pleased. Curtsying to her father, she backed from the dais, then turned and walked away slowly, steps slow and shuffling. Walking still rather hurt her, and she had things to do before she left. "Teska, Arland. We have packing to do." she said softly, refusing to let the guard assist her as they padded back to her chambers.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>