Who: Morrigan What: Morrigan is trying not to worry while worrying. When: This evening Where: Her lab Warnings: Low, though there's talk of using dragon's blood as a cure
To say that Morrigan was growing increasingly worried about Maia was an understatement. She'd noticed how Maia wasn't sleeping well. It was clear that something was bothering her. For the moment, Morrigan was letting Maia have space and not asking if she was okay. Morrigan simply needed to keep herself focused on working on how to turn dragon's blood into a cure for Maia. She refused to lose her lover to the Blight, and she needed to find the remedy sooner rather than later. If Maia's behavior of late was any indication, she was probably hearing the voices. Only Maia could say whether she was hearing The Calling or not, but Morrigan needed to find the cure before things deteriorated.
Thankfully Max had some very useful research. Having Skyhold here, along with the knowledge that Max had acquired during the fight against Corypheus, would make this easier. Luckily for them, someone had been researching dragons in-depth and had shared his knowledge with the Inquisition. Apparently dragons didn't get the Blight, that they were somehow immune. Under normal circumstances, Morrigan would wonder what, exactly, an Archdemon was. Was it actually a dragon that was somehow corrupted? Or was it something else? She wasn't certain she wanted to know what that something else could possibly be.
Sighing, Morrigan was reading through Flemeth's grimoire while a couple potions were brewing. She was looking for any potential lead or clue that could help her save the woman she loved. Morrigan wanted to spend her life with Maia, and she wanted to measure that in years, not months. Though she wasn't finding much in the grimoire. She slammed it shut with a frustrated grunt.
"What tis the good of you living for centuries, Old Woman, and not having anything even remotely helpful in this dusty old book?" She cursed at Flemeth, despite the fact the woman couldn't hear her. Morrigan started pacing around her lab. "You knew of the secrets of the Grey Wardens, of how only they could kill an Archdemon. You knew this, and yet made no concrete note of it in this book. Not that you would as you were not yourself a Warden and were not supposed to have this knowledge of them." It didn't sit well with Morrigan. She needed to start thinking like Flemeth, something she really didn't want to do.
"If you knew of the Blight, you must have known, or at least suspected, that dragon blood could cure the Blight. Was that part of why you could shapeshift into a dragon? Dragons were important to Mythal, they were all over that temple in the Arbor Wilds." Which then led to Morrigan walking back over to the grimoire, taking a breath and opening it once again. If there was something there, it was undoubtedly in code, mostly to protect Flemeth herself in the event anyone ever found she knew this kind of information. The Wardens protected their secrets very closely, and Morrigan somehow felt that if Wardens knew the Blight could be reversed, a huge uproar could happen.
So Morrigan did her best to still her mind, and she returned to carefully reading through the grimoire. Max would also need to read through it. A fresh set of eyes could potentially see something that Morrigan had missed. And this was not the time to miss important details.