Morgaine had been sitting at the bar after her shift at work for half an hour, staring at the same glass of white wine on the table in front of her. The sounds of The Lion & The Unicorn dimmed to her own thoughts. Thoughts of nothing, an empty void of memory. She had been a warrior, they'd told her.
Her eyes turned to Galen sometimes and she stared at him as he stared at her, the man who had pulled her through the mound portal when she'd been standing, wondering why she was supposed to go through. He had come back for her. Saved her life, they told her. She could barely remember from what. Darkness and madness. He stood from his solitary stool finally and came to sit with her. They should have been enemies. She was Summer, he was Seelie. But she had no animosity in her heart, not toward anyone. Not anymore.
"I seek myself," she said quietly, picking up the glass at the stem and draining the whole thing at once. She'd been staring at it long enough. "You spend a great deal of time watching me," she said, studying the shape of his mouth. The noise in the bar came to her and she shook her head. "I miss the quiet."