Another dream down the drain

Madeline's eyes flickered with uncertainty as Morrigan's words seeped into her frayed consciousness. She hesitated, the sword wavering in her grip.

Rest... yes, maybe I need to rest... she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek as exhaustion finally began to take its toll. You can really help me? Find my son? I don’t trust the guards, he could have paid them off, or replaced them with imposters.

@Morrigan