Morgana would have preferred as much. A warning. She was momentarily disoriented; however, despite this, whatever tart comment she would have given him any other situation, never passed her lips. She didn't know the man but she knew enough to know he was worried. She didn't blame him. If it was anyone she cared for, she wouldn't have had asked questions either.
"It's fine. I appreciate your concern, but I'm alright." She said, sincerely. Though momentarily distracted by the fact that Mordred wasn't right next to her. A slight panic raised in her chest, until he came up behind her. From where? She wondered, however, didn't ask. She just knew that her shoulders relaxed slightly when he took her hand. "I'm here, Morgana."
She smiled at him. Pleased by the use of her name. Pleased that he was here. They both looked towards Castiel as he spoke about the wards. She was .. her mind hadn't properly processed it because of worry for Ruby and wanting to find her as soon as possible. But it had been hard to ignore when he had come into the Welcome Center in a flutter of wings. He was an Angel. Morgana wouldn't have thought it possible to keep an angel of the Lord from anywhere. Let alone a church. Then again, Morgana wouldn't have thought any of this possible a few weeks ago.
"Is there anything that we could do to help?" She asked. "To displace the wards?"
"There are sigils." Mordred spoke. Morgana turned her attention from the angel to the little druid boy. He was looking straight at the church. His gaze so focused, so unwavering, Morgana would have almost said that he was looking through it. Through the doors. Knowing only a bit of what Mordred could do, Morgana wouldn't have been surprised if she'd discovered that was what he was doing. "On the walls. I can remove them."