Her worldviews had been shaken to the core, but up until now she had done an admirable job of presenting herself as whole. Flemeth, the 'mother' who had taught Morrigan to prize power above all else, had been planning on harvesting her body. Outwardly, Morrigan had dealt with this swiftly and coldly, by sending her adventuring companions to murder the woman. Would Morrigan have done the same in Flemeth's position? Raised a young witch only to steal the girl's body to extend her own life? Were Flemeth's values really those she wanted for herself? These questions, along with being dropped in this new world with its strange people and nonsensical rules, created an inner turmoil that Morrigan had thus far refused to let others see. Now this..
She shook her head, not quite sure how to explain this in a way Brother would understand. "Brother, it's not those things.. I don't want to have feelings for anyone." She clenched her teeth together, annoyed with the new emotional undertones in her voice. She wanted to shift back into an animal, again. Perhaps if she mauled Brother, things would be simpler. She gave an annoyed sigh, and her voice became lighter, something closer to her normal tone. "But I do," she said, her words clipped.