Even if she could only barely see the girl through the window, Morgana could hear the hunger in her voice and could easily remember the appearance of the girl she'd been spying on for a good while now. She could picture the wreck of her clothes and hair and the desperation likely in her eyes and she felt a strange sense of satisfaction in knowing that Arachne was just where she wanted her to be.
After a long pause, drawn out to put the girl more on edge, Morgana very gently pushed open the door of her carriage, enough so that she could peer out and Arachne could look in, if she moved to do so. "Come here, child, and tell me more about these wares of yours." Her voice was soft and surprisingly warm (at least, surprisingly for anyone who knew Morgana normally), and she turned her hand palm up, elegant fingers beckoning the girl closer. A sapphire ring sparkled on her finger, and the fine fabric of her dress fell gracefully over her wrist; both things a temptation, perhaps, to the desperate witch she was beckoning closer.