Blackwater Islands Ten more before I get on that plane

Bridget swung around when she heard footsteps, expecting Morgana. Instead she found The Listener. She shrugged, relaxing slightly when she knew she wasn't about to get chewed out for leaving.

She seemed keen on not letting me leave her sight. So naturally, I had to try and do it. She responded simply. It wasn't really even that she'd disliked her company (though it did get old after a while, not having time to herself.)

At the mention of the madness, Bridget's lip curled slightly. Don't worry. I haven't eaten any of your berries. The implication that she might turn on someone any second could have been funny if it wasn't such an insult.