"Oh." Mor looked deflated for a moment and then caught onto the other detail. "Rhys' ring? Which--"
"She stole the ring," Rhysand contributed, closing the refrigerator door and standing to look at both women. "She retrieves the item she stole for the Spring Court, and then she is free to do whatever she wishes. If she doesn't help, then she can see what mercy the Tribunal has for her". Which was nothing. Rhysand knew that all too well and Tamlin was such a fucking push over for them."
That had Mor sobering even more as she bit her lip in thought. "Well. If you're planning for the future, you should see how Velaris is. Hear some of the others' stories so you can decide for yourself where you want to be. And your family. In the human sector, I take it? There'd be room for them, too."
Rhysand, oddly enough, did not correct Mor in her veiled suggestion. "If I'm late for this party, Morrigan, you're holding us up even more." There was no hurry with him, no rush to take charge in the matter, just cool aloofness while he flicked off a speck of nothing on his shirt.
"Ah yes! The party." She held out her hand to Feyre. "You can keep the knife, too, if it helps. Just don't be surprised if people wonder why you have a kitchen knife with you and not a dagger." That dazzling smile was back along with a hopeful look in Mor's eyes. Hoping she was getting a new friend out of all of this.
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"She stole the ring," Rhysand contributed, closing the refrigerator door and standing to look at both women. "She retrieves the item she stole for the Spring Court, and then she is free to do whatever she wishes. If she doesn't help, then she can see what mercy the Tribunal has for her". Which was nothing. Rhysand knew that all too well and Tamlin was such a fucking push over for them."
That had Mor sobering even more as she bit her lip in thought. "Well. If you're planning for the future, you should see how Velaris is. Hear some of the others' stories so you can decide for yourself where you want to be. And your family. In the human sector, I take it? There'd be room for them, too."
Rhysand, oddly enough, did not correct Mor in her veiled suggestion. "If I'm late for this party, Morrigan, you're holding us up even more." There was no hurry with him, no rush to take charge in the matter, just cool aloofness while he flicked off a speck of nothing on his shirt.
"Ah yes! The party." She held out her hand to Feyre. "You can keep the knife, too, if it helps. Just don't be surprised if people wonder why you have a kitchen knife with you and not a dagger." That dazzling smile was back along with a hopeful look in Mor's eyes. Hoping she was getting a new friend out of all of this.