[Truth be told, she's surprised he hasn't protested against using his tent...and yet, thinking on it, she's grateful they're in hers. She shoots him a look from over her shoulder, one that's more amused than anything else.]
And somehow that does not surprise me. You often complain of losing your socks.
[Morrigan takes a few moments to survey her living arrangements to best decide where they would be more comfortable. She goes to her pack and pulls out a cloak she has packed away and spreads it down beside the bedroll and furs beside it, hoping to at least give the semblance of something usable, if only to let him be at ease. She goes to sit and beckons him down with a hand.]
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And somehow that does not surprise me. You often complain of losing your socks.
[Morrigan takes a few moments to survey her living arrangements to best decide where they would be more comfortable. She goes to her pack and pulls out a cloak she has packed away and spreads it down beside the bedroll and furs beside it, hoping to at least give the semblance of something usable, if only to let him be at ease. She goes to sit and beckons him down with a hand.]