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

Morrigan tittered softly. Amends can only go so far, Grainne. You're better off accepting that everyone has done bad things. Some worse than others, but nevertheless. She reached to brush the other woman's hair out of her face, humming softly.

The witch chuckled drily. Mmm, no. Moping about it does not change anything. Unfortunately. If crying about the past fixed it; she'd be snug in Loghain's arms right about now.