Overture Downs I told you a lie, désolé, mon amour

Morwenna offered a gentle smile, her gaze warm as she responded. Of course. I want to check in on my patient, see how you’re doing.

Her voice was soft, steady, but there was an undertone of genuine care as she studied Bracken’s face, noting the flicker of hesitation there. Morwenna understood all too well the wariness that came with change, the quiet fear of what it might demand. So, she didn’t press—just waited, offering her presence as a steadying hand, a small piece of reassurance in the face of uncertainty.