Another Emergency

[Morven]

Her face grew very still as he relayed the story of his implant. It was not an emotional account, but hearing it from his own lips rather than reading it in his files set a sharp shiver up her spine. Morven could not imagine doing something so heinous to her own flesh and blood (or anyone, really, but particularly them); she would sacrifice anything to protect Lyall, to keep her safe, to keep her happy, and thinking of parents experimenting on their own child flexed every protective instinct she had.

He beckoned her closer, and she obliged, though at a respectable distance. Her lips tipped up as he whispered that her secret was safe, and she knew then that he had understood the subtext. Sage's attitude was fatalistic towards his treatment, but that was fine; she wouldn't be doing her job if she didn't take the necessary precautions to explain his options. They were limited as it was. Without spreading the threads of light through his body she could not hazard a guess at how much she may or may not be able to help - but as with Soren, she was determined to do what she could. And she believed she could do something, at least. "Let's shoot for old age, shall we?"


Morven didn't say that she had already intended to be there regardless, but the permission was appreciated. She didn't anticipate obstacles, not if Marcil was connected to Paragon Group as she now suspected - but having Sage insist could be no bad thing. Any work with the power ought to wait - if caught, she had no doubt the consequences would be unpleasant, but her fingers itched with the desire to do something now - and without Marcil over her shoulder. "Then do you mind if I take a look? It requires contact - I use a touch at the temples. You'll feel no pain - in fact you will probably feel nothing. The thread of power is purely investigative. It won't harm you."