[She's not as naive as she often seems. For all of Morgan's cheer, for all of her clueless happiness, Morgan has been in war. In fact, war is all she remembers of her life. Her earliest memories are of tactics, and everything else is the battles and struggles and war.
War isn't pretty. It could be said her cheer is a coping mechanism, and perhaps it is; she wouldn't know either way. But what she does know is exactly what's going on just before them, and what they are moving towards, and that is why she pales.]
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[She doesn't say a word, but she can't help the brief exhalation that signifies her fear--even as she loosens her grip on her spell tome and prepares for whatever horrors are waiting for them.]
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War isn't pretty. It could be said her cheer is a coping mechanism, and perhaps it is; she wouldn't know either way. But what she does know is exactly what's going on just before them, and what they are moving towards, and that is why she pales.]
...
[She doesn't say a word, but she can't help the brief exhalation that signifies her fear--even as she loosens her grip on her spell tome and prepares for whatever horrors are waiting for them.]