Mora smiled at her lover as he came in and sat beside her. "Mm... fish in the fridge needs ta go. It smells terrible ta me. But I wis hungry an' wanted somethin' sour. So here I am. I dinna wake ye up did I? I'm sorry love." She leaned her head against his and let her hand fall atop his. "I wis feelin' fantastic today until I saw tha' fish. But th' gherkins are makin' me stomach loads better. I jist hope this thin' goes away soon. I must huv got it when I wis in Piccadilly or somethin.' There's no wizardin' thin' like it so..." Mora shrugged and kissed Donaghan on the top of the head before she stood and set the pickles in the kitchen.

"Won' be a tick. Gonna ya know...brush me teeth." She disappeared long enough to brush said teeth and to pull her hair up into a ponytail before she rejoined Donaghan and leaned her head on his shoulder.