"Hopefully not the sort that occasionally turns into an elven girl," Morrigan said, a bit annoyed. She probably would have argued more, but she was a bit tired, and she was starting to get a headache. She shook her head a bit, waving her hand. "Perhaps he'll bring back a kill." 'Living off the land' was easier when you had a son who could be convinced that hunting was part of his training.
She closed the book, pinching the bridge of her nose.