Who: Morrigan and Brother When: Backdated to a few days ago... The morning after this. What: Talking about things. Warnings: If Zevran reads this, Morrigan will set his eyes on fire!
The night before, Morrigan had clawed at his door to be let in. She had thought the two possible outcomes would be him recognizing her and letting her in, or him thinking she was really a wolf and trying to shoo her off. Apparently she had been wrong, and instead he let her in, thinking she was someone's stray pet. She should have been deeply offended, but he gave her steak, and had even grilled it for her when she carried it over to the stove and looked at him expectantly. The scritches, too, she should have interpreted as patronizing, but they felt so damn nice she found her tail wagging in spite of herself.
At some point during the night, Morrigan had decided to take her human shape again, slipping under Brother's blanket and falling asleep. She rolled closer to Brother during the night, cuddling against him--purely a reflex to proximal body heat, of course.