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[ulfin_kingsman]

Ulfin's been around. Just not where you could see him, much. He's been attending to Morgan, and to baby Mordred, as he swore to do.

He comes downstairs now, Carney the wildcat padding at his side, and looks around the bar.

He might be leaving for good today or any day soon, after all.

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[witchy_rebel]

There is a Morgan coming in from the backdoor, cloaked and head bowed and her black hair windswept.

Also, circles under eyes - someone hasn't been sleeping well.

[ulfin_kingsman]

He turns on hearing the door open, and hurries to her.

"My lady. You should be resting."

[witchy_rebel]

She hugs her arms to herself, staring at him.

"Can't," Morgan says, softly. "Have to go, I think. Not safe anymore. But...don't want to, and it's all upsetting Mordred and I can't rest."

[ulfin_kingsman]

He glances over his shoulder at the door, and back at her.

"Time to return, my lady? Perhaps you can rest better there."