Morrigan & Calvin | Saturday Morning
Morrigan nodded and helped to shift her sleeping gown out of the way. Calvin was right that Krishna would know better, but Morrie had been doing her best to insist that she didn't need tending from either Krishna or Dr. Rosier, so she wasn't about to bother either of them with her questions. There was little that it seemed they could do anyway, and if this was just something to be waited out then Morrie would do so alone. At the least, she could use her gift to tend to herself without being a burden on others, even if she wasn't well enough to help beyond that. When Calvin suggested that it wouldn't last, that she would be all right despite the evidence to the contrary that neither herself nor any others were improving, she couldn't help but look away from him. She didn't want Calvin to see the dark thoughts in her eyes, especially not as his kind hands began to press into her skin.
His gentle touch stilled the tensing muscles of her leg almost immediately, and she let out a relieved breath of air she hadn't realized she had been holding as he began to ease her tension. It was a great comfort to her, the firm press of his fingers into her aching muscles. More than that, his presence was a comfort to her. Despite their strained contact over the journals, her attempts to cross his path in town before Turning had been for naught, and she had feared he would be too busy with his faithful parish to see her during this trying time as well. She had begun to fear their relationship would never recover, and she missed him so much that she could taste it. Especially in the mornings, when she was used to starting her day by having breakfast with him, and in the evenings when her pain or bitterness was particularly heavy and she knew he was not there to go to.
There were many things she longed to say to him. How much she missed him. How sorry she was. How desperately she wanted him to forgive her, yet how spitefully she knew she did not deserve it. Yet, she wouldn't put any of that on him now. She had already told him those things, in different ways, and she would not try to emotionally manipulate him while he was here now. She swallowed all of that down.
"Yes, I will be all right," she agreed in a low voice. The rest, at least, was easier to answer. "Ciara insisted she was not ill through the journal, but the way she was writing... I would check on her myself if I could, but obviously I am confined to the quarantine. And I would ask Caden, but if she isn't fine, I doubt she would want him to know. I know that you must be busy, but I would feel better if someone laid eyes on her."
Flicking her eyes up to his, her expression was one of sincere concern. She and Ciara weren't always kind to each other, but they were very close friends nonetheless, and Morrie's worry for her well-being was genuine.