Morrigan welcomed the silence. It was tense, but she was emotionally drained. There was nothing she could say to make things better, and she didn't know how to explain herself. The art of diplomacy was lost on her, so completing a task without words was far preferable right now.
Then he asked her questions she didn't want to answer. "I don't know," she said softly, shaking her head. "I was scared." Zevran had seen through the rage and the anger to see she was scared underneath, and he'd refused to leave her alone. "I didn't know what to do about Flemeth and I... I just wanted a distraction." That sounded terrible, she knew, but it was the truth. She wasn't afraid now, though. She really couldn't care less about Flemeth right now.