Morrigan helped to make sure Brother made it onto the cot. For the first time, she found herself wishing that she knew more everyday magic, something that could create pillows or somehow make the cot more comfortable. Brother wouldn't complain about the conditions, but he deserved better.
She managed a thin smile when he thanked her. "Thank you. For fighting Flemeth." The words might ring a little hollow, after what she'd done. His bravery had been rewarded with a slap in the face. The words wouldn't make up for anything, but still, it needed to be said. That he would do that for her without questioning it meant a great deal to her.
She thought briefly of sitting beside the cot, but she wasn't sure how long her presence would be welcome. It wasn't like her to let someone else's desires dictate a situation, but Brother needed to be in control here. This was his home away from her. She leaned against the wall, a few paces from him. "Are you hungry? I could go get you something."