Morgana does understand, but that is how things always work with Gwen, and it is a relief to have that back. For a moment, she debates telling her that the very first thing Morgana demanded in Taxon, was reassurance that Gwen was not taken as well, and yet, now here she is.

"She lived here for a short while," Morgana leans in a little conspiratorially. "Drove Arthur absolutely mad, at times." One day, when this place gets the better of Gwen, it does of everyone at one point or another, she'll regale Gwen with the tale of the arm-wrestling match in the dining hall.

"Enfys also helped take care of me when I was at the height of my illness." Morgana pauses before she says anymore, she does not need to be maudlin. "Come upstairs, we will find you some quarters to your liking."

If Gwen feels like she's being steered away from the servants' quarters and towards Morgana's wing, that would be because she is.