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[witchy_rebel]

Silk dress, bare feet, black hair loose tangled - being a princess had never made her put on shoes, and being a queen hasn't managed to, either.

Still, she's found the door again and Morgan is smiling as she walks in. Faint and dreamy, as normal, even if she is ignoring the stairs.

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[spooky_shrink]

Malcolm is sitting at the bar, slowly nursing a scotch when he sees her. He smiles and gently calls out,

"Morgan. It's been a while."

[witchy_rebel]

She pauses, and then glances at him. Still thin, but she's older and, somehow, a little softer.

Happier.

"Malcolm. Hello."

[spooky_shrink]

Still smiling but obviously noticing the change.

"How long has it been?"

[witchy_rebel]

"Five years."