[There's suspicion- of course there is. In the time since she has married Arthur- there's been nothing but cause for it. Little seeds planted here or there, betrayals even in the forms of her own handmaiden. She has had to make difficult decisions, some that she would once never have even imagined would be hers to make.
Still- the desire for compassion, to smooth things over, to lend her aid in the hope that she will be returned to where she is needed the most, lingers beneath it all. It isn't what propels her forward, however. Whatever her informed purpose here- she isn't sympathetic to her own kidnapping. She is, however, interested in seeing if there are others from home. If not- she can't believe anything other than the fact that they'd come for her.
The last person she expected to find, (and she can't imagine why that wasn't her first thought), is Morgana. Her steps stop immediately and she resists the urge to take a step back, spine straightening further. Guinevere looks at her, and sees nothing of the girl she used to serve. None of her light, her kind smile, her grace. She's unkempt, always, always mocking- bitter.
She should feel fear, but she only feels sorrow]
Morgana. [She shouldn't- but there is no way she hasn't been noticed. The more she can avoid a violent confrontation, the better]
what am i doing screeeeeaaaams
Still- the desire for compassion, to smooth things over, to lend her aid in the hope that she will be returned to where she is needed the most, lingers beneath it all. It isn't what propels her forward, however. Whatever her informed purpose here- she isn't sympathetic to her own kidnapping. She is, however, interested in seeing if there are others from home. If not- she can't believe anything other than the fact that they'd come for her.
The last person she expected to find, (and she can't imagine why that wasn't her first thought), is Morgana. Her steps stop immediately and she resists the urge to take a step back, spine straightening further. Guinevere looks at her, and sees nothing of the girl she used to serve. None of her light, her kind smile, her grace. She's unkempt, always, always mocking- bitter.
She should feel fear, but she only feels sorrow]
Morgana. [She shouldn't- but there is no way she hasn't been noticed. The more she can avoid a violent confrontation, the better]