[for cameron] a talk too long delayed

[fallen_ancient]

It had been on her mind since Daniel mentioned it, both getting her own hut built and why she had not wanted one. After all, the last time she had to choose whether to live amongst primitive humans, she had secluded herself and sought Ascension

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[sgmitchell]

He was carrying some of dinner-lunch leftover things from the kitchen, trying to figure out what tune was playing in his head like a portable jukebox. It'd been playing all day, and it was starting to get distracting. The worst part was all he could catch was musical bits.

He swore the Jukebox had played that bit when he went by just to screw around with him.

When Cameron came into view of the hut, however, the music was momentarily forgotten. Morgan was sitting outside--serene as ever, but...the problem was that she was always serene. It was entirely possible something was wrong.

Frowning slightly, he picked up his pace to approach her, and offer a slight smile of greeting--along with the plate of food. "Hungry?"

[fallen_ancient]

Morgan watched him approach, wondering at the frown that creased his brow when he saw her. It faded into a smile quickly enough, but it concerned her.

She took the plate from his hands and set it down beside her. "I've eaten today," she said with a gentle tease to her tone, because he worried. "But I will sit with you, if you have not."

[sgmitchell]

He sat down next to her, grin faintly teasing. "You know, its okay to eat more than once a day, Morgan. Tastier that way."

His smile softened with fondness, in case the words were unintentionally stinging, and he hooked an arm around her shoulders in a casual half-hug. "Waiting for the stars?"

[fallen_ancient]

"I will have you know I ate both a breakfast meal and lunch," Morgan said mildly, her concerns for his mood washed away by the arm around her shoulders. She settled into the crook of his arm, tilting her head to press a soft kiss to his jaw.

"In fact not. I had been waiting for my favored companion, but he has arrived bearing gifts, and so I wait no longer." The warmth in her voice belied the formality of her speech, an affectation no longer necessary, as she wished no particular distance from him. Now it served only as play. "Fun" as Cameron would have it.