[ She needn't her staff to do him harm, but he does not need to know that, she keeps herself in such a way that it is difficult to discern her intentions. Subconsciously she reaches out to strum the Veil, only to find it missing, though her magic still responds invisible lines arcing towards her fingers. Either way she will be ready if the need to defend herself arises.

Morrigan laugh, head cocking slightly. ]

You now claim to know my heart? 'Tis utter nonsense. [ Her eyes narrow though her smile remains, a spider in her web eying the prize that delivers itself to her feet. ] You could not know me nor my heart, even if you studied me for a hundred years.