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Morwenna’s eyes widened with uncharacteristic whimsy, a rare moment of unguarded excitement flashing across her features at Gjalla's acceptance. Her tail gave a small, involuntary wag before she caught herself, clearing her throat sharply to regain composure. The flicker of joy was tucked away as quickly as it had come, though her voice carried its faint echo as she addressed Arlette.

Thank you, she said simply, dipping her head in gratitude, her tone steadier now. She cast a glance toward Gjalla, the corner of her mouth lifting slightly in a subtle but genuine smile. I have no doubt Gjalla will prove herself worthy of your trust.

Morwenna stepped back, her gaze flickering between the two, allowing the moment to settle before gesturing with a slight nod. I’ll make sure she’s well acquainted with the lay of the land. Her voice carried a quiet but firm assurance, a promise she intended to keep.