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Morrigan (witchofthewilds) wrote in utr_logs,

Moments after she had seen Flemeth's post, Morrigan heard a noise outside her door. Flemeth had told Morrigan to come get Brother. Going to Flemeth was risky, but she didn't have a choice. She had to go help Brother. He'd risked everything for Morrigan while she'd been distracting herself with Zevran. It felt like her chest was full of lead.

The whole thing had happened before she even had time to put on clothes; she was still wearing a bath towel, fresh from the shower. She opened the door to find Brother, mangled and trying to stand. He couldn't have made it here on his own, clearly. Morrigan dropped to her knees and bent over him. Tears filled her eyes as he called her name. "Brother," she said, unsure if he could hear her or not. "Brother, I'm here. Hold on."

She was a terrible person. Far worse than anything the Chasind could have concocted with their limited imaginations. "You shouldn't have. You never should have." Why did he have to be so good? She needed to heal him. "Don't.. Wait.." she said, pulling him to her. But his breathing had stopped. "No!"