bedside . morri&yerin
Morrigan is very, very proud. Her little princess has gotten her first real battle scar. Oh, don't get her wrong, Yerin is already an accomplished little firecracker, but aches and bruises from practicing in an contained environment for the sake of joining a military force or otherwise is in no way the same as being injured in battle- especially unplanned altercations. Yes, the goddess is fantastically pleased with the broken state of her daughter, because it means she will grow stronger.
She, of course, will not reveal this to Yerin right off the bat. What kind of mother praises their child for being injured? For failing? There is a difference, of course, between Morrigan- the goddess of death, war, darkness, and all things unsafe. -and other mothers. Human children are easily damaged and hers is hearty and gifted with godly blood.
When she sweeps into the demi-goddess's room Morrigan lays a soft look over her, tucked into bed where she had been left, and makes a humming noise low in her throat. Poor thing. She was more upset with herself at the moment than her mother every could be. Still, the goddess comes to her bedside, crouching down and laying an arm on the sheets, resting her cheek on it.
"My little treasure. How are we feeling today?"