Morgana is silent as she waits for something, anything to explode, or attack, or something equally as deadly.
She only speaks when she's sure the current crisis has passed. "We did need the sword, after all, Doctor." It is supposed to be teasing, but Morgana's tone does not quite get past the seriousness of it all.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, this time without abandon, she's relieved neither of them have been killed, and hugs him, tightly. "Next time, you do not get to judge my decision to carry such things."
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Date: 2010-06-28 02:34 am (UTC)She only speaks when she's sure the current crisis has passed. "We did need the sword, after all, Doctor." It is supposed to be teasing, but Morgana's tone does not quite get past the seriousness of it all.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, this time without abandon, she's relieved neither of them have been killed, and hugs him, tightly. "Next time, you do not get to judge my decision to carry such things."
This time, she is teasing.