I have never gone on my own. Grandfather sometimes let me in the lands betwixt but never fully home.

[Yet her desire to see her father does more than enough to cover any fear the idea brings her, she looks deep in thought even as Arthur's eyes grow more eager. Faerie seemed nice enough, for such a strangely fair and foul place, but to have Morgana home, amongst the living, somewhere he could always find her?

That, he couldn't let go of. Not now, not ever. He squeezes her hand, and though his knowledge of such things was hardly anything at all, he spoke with confidence.]

I am sure you will pass safely with us, Morgana. You say these people love you and they have no love of us yet we were safe enough.