Nothing was going to be solved if they were both nervous. Morgana entered the room and let out a breath. Mentally calming her own nerves and uncertainty. To those who didn't know her at all, and likely to a few who did, her current expression was one of unflappable coolness. An emotion that she was expert in -- except, apparently, when facing Witchfinders -- and had mastered long ago. Yet, in the inside, she was hesitent. Morgana knew what she to say. She just didn't know how or where to start.
Tacticly. The best thing would be to start with a neutral topic. However, the trouble with this situation was that finding a neutral topic to start with would be much more difficult than, to borrow a phrase her coworker used, than finding a needle in a haystack. To broach the topic of what Merlin had told her, directly, and immediately wouldn't be beneficial in both their current emotions. Nonetheless, Morgana didn't want to start with admitting that she had forgiven him, either.
"I'm sure you already know what I want to talk about. I just wanted to start with saying that I am not here in anger or to blame you for anything." Morgana had been looking at a point on Merlin's face that made it look as if she'd been looking into his eyes. She had learnt that point on a person's face (it did tend to vary) because it allowed her to liar easier or avoid giving answers that she didn't want to. Now, though, she used it to gather her thoughts, her courage. "I'm here because I want to understand, further what had happened." Light eyes holding onto blue, she continued. "Because I want you to know that I feel that I understand. I know that you told me not to watch the series about our lives; however, I'd already started by then. And to be perfectly honest, we both know that I wasn't inclined to listen to anything you had to tell me." There was no way to say it, except to just say it. At the moment. When she had watched it. She hadn't cared, even when she had cared just for a moment, she had pushed it aside and watched it. Because it had been her life too. Because she deserved to know. Because he didn't deserve her respect or to have anything hidden, not with the way he'd intentionally harmed her. But now ... now, she felt as if she'd intruded into his privacy in a way, no one should have. Still, she pushed that away again. Secrets solved nothing between the four of them. "I watched it. Not all of it." She hoped that he understood what she meant by that. She hadn't watched his poisoning of her. The fact that she didn't say it directly was for his own benefit, not her own. "However, I saw enough. I don't blame you, Merlin." I forgive you, would come later.