There is little to do while recovering, and Morgana has discovered listening to the chatter on the tablets a little comforting. Taxon is moving on. Morgana's having a bit more difficulty doing so.
Morgana is still in bed, in yet another strange nightdress (it's really a hospital gown, one of the rare dignified ones, but it's far too revealing for Morgana's tastes, so she's quite covered with her blankets), and takes a while to consider her reaction to the Countess's message.
"Countess, I am in no position to participate in any," she avoids the word political, "organizational matters, but could I trouble you for a small favour?"
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Morgana is still in bed, in yet another strange nightdress (it's really a hospital gown, one of the rare dignified ones, but it's far too revealing for Morgana's tastes, so she's quite covered with her blankets), and takes a while to consider her reaction to the Countess's message.
"Countess, I am in no position to participate in any," she avoids the word political, "organizational matters, but could I trouble you for a small favour?"