Laying there next to him, Morrigan listened to his response attentively. Krishna always had been eloquent, and his words made sense. Plus, there was a certain poetry to what he'd said that Morrie couldn't help but appreciate. She took a deep breath, looking up into that sky with the dark red moon. Yes, now that Krishna said it like that, she thought she could see the stars better. That made her smile again, and she felt a sort of contentment wash over her.
Perhaps things hadn't gone how she'd wanted them to with Lachlan today, but laying here in the town green under a red lunar eclipse next to Krishna, now that the chaos had died down, wasn't a bad way to spend her birthday. She took a deep breath and nodded her agreement.
"I think I agree with you. After all, I like stars and small details," Morrie drawled, her tone a little quippy. She raised her eyebrows at him, expression almost like when she spoke sharply to him, but this time the corners of her lips were quirked up too as she mused, "You know I have always been very detail oriented, and I think that the very best thing chaos can do is die."
Her phrasing was deliberately morbid, because she knew Krishna wouldn't take offence. He never did. He tolerated her when she was dry or snide or dark or even rude. In fact, he more than tolerated her. He seemed to... encourage her. They had fallen into the habit of seeking each other out, and she was glad for that. She was glad for his friendship for many reasons, one of which was that she never felt pressed to put on airs with Krishna.