There was no denying the Morganna Archer that sat beneath this outlying willow was different from the one that had last walked these lands. There was a stillness that hadn't been there before, a quiet melancholy that damped the chaotic flames that had once consumed her. The small, sad smile on her face wasn't a sharp or wry smirk, all of her carefully constructed walls were temporarily down as she lowered herself down on her elbows, allowing the scent of the earth to embrace her.
She had just finished telling her mother and Angier of all that had transpired, her voice low enough that nobody outside of the wall of swaying leaves wouldn't have been able to make out what she was saying, but she couldn't just lay around forever. Arming herself once again, she bade her farewells, exiting the swaying branches with a deadpan face as her gaze turned to the west. She wondered how much of the old kingdom still stood.