[Still straggling on her way back sounds about accurate. She's tired, so very, very tired, and walking through Haven barefoot is an exercise in pain and careful steps. Not that she's got the emotional capacity to worry too much about her feet at the moment, but nonetheless, it makes for slow going.
She's much too tired to even react when he drops down from the rooftop, and then she's in his arms, and for a moment, she just blinks, stunned. A moment later, the texture and color of his coat sinks in, and it makes it clear that it's Sakon--if the voice and nickname didn't do so for her enough.
And so Morgan simply sighs (weariness and relief intermingling, perhaps) before allowing her head to simply thump forward against his chest. Even Morgan isn't up to being cheerful after that sort of horrifying experience. Honestly, she's not up to much at all.]
...You made it out. [It's muffled against his chest, but she says it nonetheless.] I'm really glad.
yes you are, because feelings
She's much too tired to even react when he drops down from the rooftop, and then she's in his arms, and for a moment, she just blinks, stunned. A moment later, the texture and color of his coat sinks in, and it makes it clear that it's Sakon--if the voice and nickname didn't do so for her enough.
And so Morgan simply sighs (weariness and relief intermingling, perhaps) before allowing her head to simply thump forward against his chest. Even Morgan isn't up to being cheerful after that sort of horrifying experience. Honestly, she's not up to much at all.]
...You made it out. [It's muffled against his chest, but she says it nonetheless.] I'm really glad.