Another dream down the drain

Morrigan had been raiding the Ferelden palace's library, when she heard commotion in the hallway. Dammit, now there's going to be guards! Not that guards would do much to the Witch [supposed witch that is].

She stepped out of the library, Echo perched on one hip. She carted the child around like a magic wand, only able to access her own magic when the girl was in her arms. Otherwise she was useless.

Echo was asleep right now, snug tightly in her 'mama's' hold. Hey, miss. She smiled softly as she stepped in-between the guards, Who's your son?