Morana looked back softly, watching with misty grey eyes as Dorian repaired the damage done to his body. It looked so easy, why couldn't things always be that simple. Sadly, in life, the right thing to do was not always the easiest choice to face. She knew that rather well, considering how much effort in had taken for her to come to a decision about moving past her guilt.
On seeing the hand attached again, she smiled in a warm way, glad he looked better on having his missing boy part back. "Y-You-re w-wel-lc-come D-Dor-rian."
At the question however, Morana looked surprised, before eyes glossed over with a slight sadness. She turned her gaze to the ground for a moment, before casting it over her shoulder toards the base of the tree a short distance away, an expression of regrests etched in her face.
"I w-was r-rep-pent-ting," she whispered, "F-For th-the b-bad th-things I h-hav-ve d-done."