"We seemed to have come from different points in time, then. The laws of this universe must be similar to those in the Crossroads - a pocket of reality beyond the world we know, beyond the Fade. Its own rules of time and space," Morrigan said - her mouth twisted up in a slight smirk at the thought of Alistair being king. It wasn't quite a smile, no, there was something sharp about it.
But there was a spark in her eye too, the burnished gold treacherous and reminiscent of a bubbling amber pit. Eventually, she would tell the Warden what happened with the Inquisition. She would tell Alistair that Flemeth was now in possession of an Old God soul (not to mention the incident at the Well of Sorrows). "I suppose since we're here, we ought to figure out what to do. Kieran, come - " She beckoned her son nearer, and he shyly approached along with that dumb, furry creature. After facing off with Flemeth, when she took his Old God essence but left him unharmed, Kieran had felt strange - lonelier, as he told his mother. Perhaps being in a new world would help him open up a little more.
"This is Elissa Cousland," she introduced the Warden. "Your aunt." It was like that to Morrigan, anyway - the Warden was her close friend, her sister. Closer than any of her 'potential' siblings, witch daughters mothered by Flemeth throughout the years. Daughters she had stolen life and essence from too. "And your father, of course."