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once the woman said she’d take nero’s help, he immediately held his hands out so he could take the rolls of fabric from her. it felt good to be slightly useful for once – even if it was just to carry something for a stranger. ‘ nineteen years, a long time to live in a place you don’t call home. ’ once he’d arranged the rolls of fabric easily in his arms, ‘ you can lead the way to where you need these and i’ll follow. though it does make me curious. nineteen years and you are to leave so you can start another life in dracborough? what is there to make you leave this place? besides considerably more favorable weather. ’
Morrigan gratefully handed off the fabrics as she shrugged at his comment. “It was home once, I admit. But things happen and circumstances change and now it’s not home anymore.” She felt much more unencumbered now that her arms were free. The healer sets off on a familiar route that she’s taken countless times in the past, and she wonders briefly if she’ll miss it when she’s gone. The man’s question makes Morrigan feel sad and uneasy. What is she to tell him? That her secret affair with King Henry has come to an end, and her daughter is dead so there is more reason to stay? In fact, there are only reasons to leave, the biggest being her eagerness to leave a place that only serves as a painful reminder of all that she has lost. “I suppose I’m just ready for a change,” Morrigan replies eventually. “My life here has become what some would call stagnant, and I’d very much like to find purpose again.”
















