Old ghost? [Morgana immediately is paying more attention to Josh, as though he had tugged a string connected directly to her.] My Da? Gorlois? You saw him???
[This, Arthur remembers. That look of pain that could become so intense on Morgana's features that he was tempted to flinch himself. He had never met the man, not even in a dream, at least nothing before all of this but he had seen him in a thousand ways Morgana was nothing like their mother or anyone else he had known growing up. She was more her father's daughter than she had ever been ygraines and it didn't take knowing the man to be sure of it.
Especially when she had that look on her face and she hadn't once asked after their mother, who, too, had never asked after her or considered Arthur might be speaking the truth.
Quickly he finds himself gently stroking patterns on her palm, to soothe and distract her.]
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[This, Arthur remembers. That look of pain that could become so intense on Morgana's features that he was tempted to flinch himself. He had never met the man, not even in a dream, at least nothing before all of this but he had seen him in a thousand ways Morgana was nothing like their mother or anyone else he had known growing up. She was more her father's daughter than she had ever been ygraines and it didn't take knowing the man to be sure of it.
Especially when she had that look on her face and she hadn't once asked after their mother, who, too, had never asked after her or considered Arthur might be speaking the truth.
Quickly he finds himself gently stroking patterns on her palm, to soothe and distract her.]