though she still dreams of them at night [open]

[anna_morcades]

She's in her room this afternoon, sitting by the window -- sewing, as it happens; Morgause has never been the sort of woman who resents needlework as such -- but she's losing interest, and the light is already fading.

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[sirbeaumains]

When he reaches Morgause's room, Gareth, being a good sort of boy, knocks before entering.

[anna_morcades]

She straightens up. "Come in."

[sirbeaumains]

Which he does, a little hesitantly.

[anna_morcades]

Seeing him, she puts down the sewing and smiles. "Well, Gareth."