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[ Gwen is sewing.

There is so much time to fill these days that she takes these projects, uses them to pass her hours and keep her mind occupied with simple things rather than her worries and lord knows she has plenty.

In her lap, a dress is laid, more of a gown of silks in shades of royal blue and lighter blue. It is an impressive piece, one she is working on for many weeks on from the look of her fingers, she had poked herself with the needle more than once.

Still she works, sewing what looks like a golden embodiment on the edges.

Beside her is a cup of tea and actually, it's not the gown she wants to talk about. ]

It's rather brilliant.

[ she takes the cup, sips her tea. ]

Are they really tea-leaves? I have never heard of any leaves that can make something so wonderful. In Camelot we only have water and if you're fortunate you have milk.

[ and ale and mead and wine, but Gwen never tried those. ]

N-not that I mind the milk and the water. Or Camelot, really, I miss it quite often but -

[ she's doing it again isn't she? the babbling. She stops, smiles. ]

It is rather brilliant. Where can one find those...tea leaves? Where do they grow?

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[ The thought passed her mind, more than once, fingers lingered on the disconnect button. Hovering in indecision that Morgana finds she loathes more than the sunless sky. ]

Who for?

[ She sees the lines of nervousness in her face, already knows the answer to her own question. ]

[ Gwen sighs, bites her lip. Because Morgana knows, of course she'd know. As if there's anyone in this city, in this world, Gwen will devote so much time to make a dress for. Once she would have given it to Morgana with a sense of rare pride, for Gwen is not often proud of things she does. She would give it to her knowing Morgana would smile and hug her and wear it to court, a dress made by a simple servant.

But now the nervousness is still there but Gwen answers her honestly for she knows that for all she changed, Morgana must still appreciate honesty. ]

It is getting warmer. Yours is very heavy.

[ and black. And there is only one and it is worn out too. but that she wouldn't say. ]

[ She does, though she will not admit it.

Years she spent swallowing lies upon lies, until her throat constricted and lungs began to fill. Honesty goes far with this Queen of Camelot, spirited from her throne and kingdom, from her revenge and purpose. ]

It will get ruined in the rain. [ Gwen is right, her dress is heavy. Black lace and green silk cling tightly to her frame. Upkeep has not been of import in a while, the dark colors aided in that yet helped pale her all the same. ]

It will be for spring.

[ the lightest of silks, ones she worked hard on choosing. She chose them to fit the summer, so Morgana would be comfortable. ]

[ Morgana purses her lips together, uncertainty gracing her sharp green eyes for a moment. It is the lack of sleep she tells herself, the mess the Initiative made of her mind. Why else would she want to thank her?

She has told Gwen more than once she does not care. ]

For spring. [ She thinks she would like it. It has been to long since she wore anything but black, too long since her dress was comfortable and light. ]

It will be nice for spring.

[ she breathes out, doesn't even realize she was holding a breath. Had she just..? But she had. She accepted and Gwen looks so relieved, so filled with joy.

She smiles, shy and careful. ]

We need to fit it. I remembered the size, but I am certain it will need some adjusting.

[ She is reaching out, though she fumbles with every motion and word, and she thinks of how much she hates it. It is weak, pitiful, she is more than that.

(these small kindnesses harm more than comfort)

But Morgana is not a fool, despite what she feels she thinks herself more than some drooling idiot stumbling through their life without a clue. A fresh dress would do her well, regardless of the hands who made it.

(The Queen of Camelot rages, Morgana rages, this is her enemy and she misses her so.

─She is so tired of loneliness.) ]

Certainly. [ Her head cocks slightly. ] One becomes thinner when one lives on mushrooms, herbs, and rabbits.

[ The bitterness is hard to keep at bay, so she does not stop it. There is no point. ]

Then you must eat better.

[ she must; and Gwen must take care that she will. ]

You must.

I am. [ It is a lie for the most part, to placate her. ]

There are not many rabbits here, Gwen. Nor am I useless and unable to find myself proper food.

You are as thin as you were the first day you arrived here.

[ And she sees it. Gwen's eyes are sharp, always have been. Morgana can lie about many things, but not that. ]

There are other things. You should eat better, lest you get sick.

[ she doesn't sleep well, Gwen knows, never did, and that when combined with the eating thing.

She sighs, something motherly in her expression. ]

But it would be no issue to fit it to you know if it would be too wide.

[ A frustrated sigh escapes her lips. Done is she with attempting to sway Gwen from worrying. ]

No, it would not.

[ should have known better, Morgana. She tries not to smile. ]

Where should I leave it for you? I - do not want to bother you, my Lady.

My lodging will do.

[ She rises just to curtsy properly, force of habit. ]

Of course, my Lady.

[ She opens her mouth to thank her, but the words do not quite come. Instead she frowns and then turns off the feed. ]

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