Celandine did little more than observe as Skoll struggled to keep up, and later revisited his meal. There was nothing she could do. Their little party hadn't been graced with the amount of healing knowledge that he needed, and until they found Morganna, his body would just have to fend for itself. Thus, it came as no suprise that they would have to stop for the night. She didn't mind the pit stop so much. As long as he made it to Morg in one piece, her job would be complete.  

Choosing a spot close to Maeve, the woman curled so that her tail laid flush against the tip of her nose. The night was still young to her, but she tried to sleep. Unfortunately, the Argyris woman had never found the blissful waves of unconsciousness easy to come by. Instead she laid there, listening to the incessant chatter of Skoll's teeth, and finally the sniffling that rang through the silence.

When Celandine finally decided that rest would not find her, she stood. After checking over Maeve to ensure that she had not been disturbed by the movement, the pale dove turned her vivid gaze up on the mound of fur that made up Morganna's brother. He was too thin to ward off the cold entirely, but whether it be his pride, or a general dislike of physical contact—both of which she understood—she doubted he wanted anything to be done about it. 

Quietly she spoke, her honey-laced tongue forming syllables and steam. "It shouldn't be much longer." Much longer to Morg, much longer before whatever was ailing him was taken care of.

Celandine contemplated his words, calculating the distance between where they were, and where they were going. Of course, she didn't know the exact location of their destination, but the directions Attica gave were enough. "Another day if you can manage it. One and a half, or two if you can't." The words weren't sent with accusation, or even care. They were indifferent. It didn't matter to her either way. 

"Morganna should be pleased to see you. She talked about you often enough." It was like staring a legend in the face, except it wasn't as thrilling or exciting as you imagined. The man before her now was different than he had been in the stories. 

Her eyes raked over his body once more, curious to see his reaction. She'd told him the same thing when she discovered his form crumpled up in the snow, but he was less... with it then.

She expected him to react, of course, but his response was quite different from the one she'd imagined. It was much more interesting, and far less gushy. She liked it. Pale brows rose, and her head cocked ever so slightly to the side. She thought about playing into it, letting him continue so that she could collect the information her mind so truly desired, but instead she responded with a simple, "No." Still, she'd note those things for later, and ask about them if the time ever came. "Would it worry you if she had?"Though she had yet to have a need for it, Celandine was confident that she could kill if she wanted to, and she certainly took the things she wanted.

Skoll pressed her further, and though she would have rather left it all to Morganna, Celandine figured that giving him one little tidbit wouldn't kill her. "More than anything, she mentioned how important you were to her, and that she felt like she wronged you." The rest could be said directly when they met up with the Archer woman. Celandine wasn't exactly... comfortable relaying everything. "You shouldn't doubt her so much." But then again, Morg had never wronged Cela personally. 

His first question wasn't all that surprising, or difficult to answer. "Because you're Morganna's brother." Short, and sweet. "Your sister has been a lot of things to me. A stranger, an alpha, a companion, a friend." As far as friends went with Celandine. "When the Monadnock went to shit, I followed her to Torbine, and now we've decided to come back." That was the gist of it anyway.