Anyway. Badly written scene between Morrigan and Kala.
“It could be done,” Morrigan says, her back turned towards Kala.
If a dragon could frown, Kala would display such an expression now. “What could be done?”
“I suppose I could... Transfer this ‘bond’ you and I have to Leliana, should you want to.” Morrigan says it the way she always says things: a matter-of-fact statement of pure observation. “We may need a few things, but—”
“Another ritual?” Kala lets out an air through her nose, both in disbelief and amusement. “Woman, you are out of your mind.”
“Then what else do you wish me to do, beast?”
Kala wishes she knew, in her present form, how to shrug. She always did love the gesture, because often she did not know many things. But for now, she sits on the ground with her long tail curling on her side, and lifts one of her wings and forearms.
“I could be bound to worse people than my favorite mage.” The mage in question does not say a thing, but even in the dark Kala can see a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. She does eventually accept the offer for shelter, seating herself beside the dragon, and burrow herself onto her side.