. . . dare to speak to me . . . BY Morrigan

Morrigan was stroking her fingers through a griffon's feathers, when a timid voice caught her attention. She'd interacted with the young lady before, though only as a cat. She seemed shy... but she seemed to like animals.

Not at all. She turned away from the griffon after composing herself. Her face neutral, instead of angered. She'd never take her anger at herself or her daughter out on someone.

You come here often. Grainne, right? We've met before. They hadn't met when Morrigan was in her human form, only in her cat.