the tables have tabled!~

Morrigan tilted her head slightly, narrowing her gaze on the creature. The magic sustaining it feels familiar enough… She pursed her lips, and reached out to pluck at the mana strings, until they became visible to her not-husband. See the magic, Loghain? She didn’t seem too concerned with touching the almost-corpse.

You can not only see the magic, but you should be feeling it. Not it’s magic, but something older—just a hint of it, beyond the magic it’s putting off. She reached behind of her without looking, for the man’s hand, to brush his fingertips through the visible mana, which was fading quickly. It’s different, see? More… subtle.

She tilted her head back to study her spouse. Flemeth left this. Why? She inquired, gaze focused back on the corpse, now. What did she want you to tell us? There was no 'us' that Flemeth knew about, but that didn't matter. 'Us' was relevant to 'now'.