[ About the time that Noire realizes who's holding her, she also realizes that he just made a sound that could have been bad, and he's very clearly not dead now, but that could easily change or maybe this was some very strange dream where she was being carry-haunted by his ghost.
Still more disoriented than anything, she holds on. ]
M-Morgan?
[ There's a whole lot of variety in her tone, running through the gamut of emotions here. Hope that he's really alive and all right, worry that he's hurting or that he's more than prepared to try and gut her with the sword she'd had in her lap, some doubt, some grief, some confusion, some... residual bits of anger. But she waits to say more than that. ]
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Still more disoriented than anything, she holds on. ]
M-Morgan?
[ There's a whole lot of variety in her tone, running through the gamut of emotions here. Hope that he's really alive and all right, worry that he's hurting or that he's more than prepared to try and gut her with the sword she'd had in her lap, some doubt, some grief, some confusion, some... residual bits of anger. But she waits to say more than that. ]