Krishna's memory could be said to be a gift. Neither time nor context could change the contents of a given memory he had preserved in such a manner. And he had told no one about it, though he had an idea that the Danu suspected. Nevertheless, his name had stayed blessedly off the census, which was what really mattered.
He didn't press the side of his hand against the light brush of Morrigan's fingers, but he tilted his head towards her, quietly thankful for the small comfort. Krishna, not unlike Morrigan, did not appreciate closeness or touch unless they came in brief, isolated moments.
"You want him back." Krishna repeated those words as if they were in another language, something even more foreign than Clovennian. It didn't sound like Lachlan had wanted to be back at all. He had to pick his words carefully here - Lachlan was still Morrigan's brother, but to have left her to suffer alone in Glynn when she needed her family most was irresponsible and frankly, terrible. "I hope he's making amends for disappearing into the aether and leaving you in Hiraeth," he remarked mildly. But Krishna never held his words back, certainly not with someone he cared about. "I know he's your brother, but you should be careful. Put him in his place if he makes trouble for you."
He rubbed his temple, falling silent when Morrigan provided him with the answer she would no doubt be giving everyone else. He was grateful she trusted him enough to tell him the truth, or as much of it as she was willing to reveal. "Does Cal already know?"