Was she carefree and unconcerned? Far from it. This place, the dangers that lurked, the conversations of late in terms of people and magic and how it can change them... she was worried but pride never let her show that. Only something serious would have it that Morgana let her defenses drop and pretense be gone. Arthur had proven to her he did not care in those matters and so she was more apt to hide those fears from him. If something were wrong, Loki or Lancelot, they she knew she could go to. Would that stop her if another vision came to her of Arthur's demise? No. She would try to warn him, all the while preparing for him to ignore her. But in these matters, it was the same mask she always wore. Because they didn't talk about the things that mattered. Didn't know how it seemed.
"I am a pinnacle of calm and composure."
Right. No one believed that but that was fine. Because Morgana was Morgana and the two were bantering with one another. Or he could challenge her physical task ability. Quirking a brow, Morgana placed her hands on her hips.
"Oh yes. I may be use to sewing and reading and actually enjoy reading, but that has not stopped me from both beating you and saving you when necessary."
And that was both in Camelot and Lawrence. Things Arthur always tried to deny or claim was unnecessary. But it remained as truth.