Morgana approached Gwen, spotting her friend much earlier than the other woman would notice her. Likely for the fact that Gwen's attention where on her thoughts, thoughts that seemed to take her friend far away from the present. Morgana had a feeling that she knew on who those thoughts where on. And that caused her lips to twist slightly in amusement. She remembered before coming here, before the days of when she'd thought she'd lost her good friend forever ... she remembered stating to her that she'd felt that Gwen's secretiveness had to do with a man. She'd had a feeling that she'd been right despite Gwen's denial. And since coming here Morgana had discovered that her tendency of being right had not diminished. Never, however, would she have imagined that that man would be Arthur. She remembered a time when Arthur easily irritated her friend. In fact, it wasn't all that long ago. Yet she didn't comment on that. Morgana knew better than anyone how one's entire life could change in an instant. In a literal hour.
"Gwen." She called out, as she neared her. Morgana was also as bundled up as possible. Los Angeles as a whole had a warmer winter than Camelot tended to, but that didn't mean that it still wasn't chilly out. "Let's go." She said with a smile, before pausing, looking at Gwen thoughtfully. "If I asked you if a man was involved in your trouble thoughts this time aroun, would you deny it again?" She asked teasing. Gwen knew that she supported the idea, the future, of her and Arthur. Her closest friend and the man who might as well have been her brother. She wanted to them both to be happy, and they seemed as if they could be happy together. Despite ... Morgana pushed those thoughts away before they came to the forefront of her mind. Gwen had always been good at noticing when something was wrong with her and Morgana didn't want to worry the other woman.