Chapter 58: I Can’t Feel a Thing
You Say, Lauren Daigle
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The pain was still there.
But of course it was. It wasn’t like Morgyn had really done anything to try and make it go away. The blond had no idea what to do with all of these feelings, though. And when Morgyn had feelings that the blond didn’t know what to do with, it was only natural that Morgyn got horribly drunk.
Morgyn had already been drinking for hours by now, drunk a bottle of rum, and was working on a bottle of tequila. Because, why not? Along the way, Morgyn had built a bonfire, cut all the pictures of Aine out of every photo album the blond owned, and was happily chucking them into the fire.
Along with all the little trinkets and letters and things that belonged to her once, that Morgyn had held onto for whatever reason the blond had done so. (Because even as Morgyn hated her, Morgyn also still loved her. But the blond was coming to understand that what Morgyn had loved in Aine wasn’t Aine, just who she could’ve been.)
Liberty hadn’t gone until morning. And even then, she didn’t seem terribly willing to leave Morgyn alone, either, and simply had to because she had to go to work. Morgyn had done a decent job of pretending that everything was fine. She looked like she didn’t entirely believe it, and whenever she came back, the blond was probably going to hear about it, but that was just fine.
Was it possible to purposely drink oneself to death in a short time frame? Morgyn had no idea. The blond had never needed to know. And of course, now that Morgyn was aware that Ezio’s heart troubles were merely and specifically because of Aine, because of magic, then it was no wonder Morgyn kept making such terrible dietary choices and not sorely regretting it.
If Morgyn had just listened to Ezio in the first place, maybe he wouldn’t be dying.
You can’t run from it, L’s voice said in the blond’s head. Things happened. And maybe they’re unpleasant, but there’s no going back, not now. Learn from it, and make better choices in the future.
No, Morgyn couldn’t run from it. The blond snorted, slamming some more tequila, and Morgyn had drunk probably enough alcohol already to test that theory about dying from alcohol poisoning or something. There was a phenomena called sudden death that happened from time to time.
Of course, if Morgyn died, then the blond didn’t know if anyone that remained would be able to bring Ezio home. And if Morgyn moved fast enough, he could even come home relatively unscathed. It’d almost been two weeks. Morgyn didn’t know how long he could hold on for.
And yet, every time Morgyn tried to go back to getting things done, to working out plans, the pain leapt into the blond’s throat and Morgyn near choked on it. It was hard to think around, sometimes it hurt so much it was hard to breathe.
Because in the end, after all was said and done, this was all Morgyn’s fault. For not listening to Ezio. For not paying more attention to Aine. For not questioning things enough. For always being such a terrible fucking sibling.
The only things Morgyn could do right were the terrible ones.
Ugh, Morgyn loosed a groan and knocked back more tequila. And then the blond pulled out Morgyn’s phone, yet again. Idly, Morgyn wondered, through the drunken haze, what the point of even trying was, because Caleb hadn’t answered in the last two weeks and there was no reason to think that would suddenly change.
The anger and the pain still smouldered under Morgyn’s skin, sometimes literally, as Liberty said more than once that the blond’s skin temperature fluctuated wildly between normal and too hot to be in contact with. Sober Morgyn would find that very fascinating. Drunken Morgyn couldn’t give less of a damn.
Morgyn downed some more tequila, finding Caleb’s entry and opening the text message screen. There were so many in here, now, over the past two weeks, Morgyn had to scroll to see them all.
Of course Lilith came before Morgyn. And the blond shouldn’t feel so betrayed by it, but maybe just about anything would feel like a betrayal about now.
Please, Morgyn typed out. Caleb, I don’t know what to do anymore. I feel so lost. Help me.
The fire crackled. Morgyn drank some more tequila. It was almost out. The blond would probably have to go find a bar and get more of… something. Maybe some vodka or something this time. Not that Morgyn didn’t decently like tequila, it was just… vodka sounded nice or something.
The minutes went by. The fire crackled and snapped. Morgyn took a drink of tequila, and then spat some at the bonfire. It roared up, and Morgyn turned slightly away from the sudden burst of heat. Morgyn turned back to the blond’s phone.
Caleb still hadn’t answered. And of course he hadn’t, because Caleb had other things to be doing, and Morgyn was alone.
The blond loosed a pained, strangled noise, throwing the phone across the beach around Britechester’s lake. There was no point in being upset, and still the tears came all the same. Morgyn didn’t bother fighting them. The blond was so fucking tired of fighting for everything.
It was no use. Caleb wasn’t going to answer, until it was far too late and Morgyn didn’t care anymore. It wasn’t like the blond hadn’t steadily slipped down the list of things and people Caleb thought were important over the course of the last few months.
Caleb was at least kind enough to try not to show it, but Morgyn wasn’t stupid. It was like Caleb had been steadily falling out of love with the blond. Maybe he had been. Maybe he’d never loved Morgyn that way in the first place.
Maybe, in another universe, Morgyn didn’t care. Love really was just an excuse to get hurt.
The blond finished off the last of the tequila, tossing the glass bottle after the phone, wherever it’d gone. Then, Morgyn stood up, wobbled slightly, and headed for one of the many on-campus bars. Morgyn wasn’t drunk enough. The blond wanted to be so fucking far gone, Morgyn forgot how to think.
* * *
This was the sixth or seventh shot of vodka. Morgyn had lost track at some point, so hey, maybe the blond was a lot further than that. It was hard to say. Morgyn didn’t really care, either. The pain was still there. Clearly, the blond needed to drink some more if Morgyn was going to drown it.
Some would say, of course, that this particular method of dealing with one’s pain did not work. That trying to drown it out with alcohol would, eventually, only make it all the worse. Because in the morning, the pain was still there, and your head was pounding to add to your problems.
L had said it many times before. Simeon had once or twice. Shit, Ezio had said it, so had Drake. But just for now, for the here and now, making it stop even for a little bit…
Sometimes, Morgyn used to wonder if the blond had ever really loved Aine at all. Morgyn wasn’t wondering anymore.
The blond downed another shot of vodka, handing the glass back. The bartender looked amused, and tilted his head. “Another one?” he asked.
Morgyn very slowly but surely nodded. Yes, another one. Another one was a fantastic idea!
The blond looked around. Occasionally, there was a face or two that almost looked pretty, but nobody that was in the range of ‘I want to fuck you’ pretty. That was Morgyn’s job. The blond could probably get just about anyone Morgyn wanted in this place and end up a very happy person indeed.
The bartender set another shot of vodka down in front of Morgyn. The blond reached over, downed the entire glass, and set it down again.
“You sure you wanna be knockin that back like that?” the bartender asked.
“You sure you wanna be questionin’ what I want when it means money for you?” Morgyn asked in return.
The bartender snorted. “I guess,” he said, going back to cleaning the glasses.
Morgyn went back to watching the crowd. The world was pleasantly spinning, the colours all mixing together for lack of ability to see definition anymore, and Morgyn was almost quite in love with it.
As the blond looked around and surveyed the crowd, someone else came over and sat down at the bar next to Morgyn. “Hey gorgeous,” he said. “You sure can hold your liquor.”
Morgyn’s head tilted back, a smirk across the blond’s lips. “You have no idea…”
“What do you say you and me get out of here?” he answered softly, leaning in close. His hand raised and caressed Morgyn’s shoulder.
Morgyn smirked even more, head turning down to gaze at him through the blond’s eyelashes. “Maybe,” Morgyn answered. “You any fun?”
“Plenty of it,” he answered, voice going slightly breathy. “I can show you a good time.”
Oh, they all said that, didn’t they? Morgyn could show him a good time. Maybe. Morgyn was in that stage between being pleasantly buzzed and being fucking trashed, and truth be told, the blond’s game wasn’t so hot when that line into fucking trashed had been crossed.
This bitch wouldn’t know the difference, though, so it didn’t really matter.
Morgyn stood up, purposely moving closer, exchanging butterfly kisses with him, and then turned and headed for the door. The man perked up, and followed, gesturing behind him.
Morgyn didn’t see it when a second man followed. And they didn’t see it when a young woman stood up and followed them.
* * *
When Drake had said Morgyn was in Britechester, this was not what Liberty was expecting. It’d taken her quite a bit of time to track the blond down, but she was using it as a chance to practise sensing magic signatures. It turned out Morgyn was drunk as anything, so was leaking that magic signature all over the place, enough that Liberty was having a lot less trouble sensing it than she usually did.
She was worried. Liberty had learnt enough about Morgyn by now to know that the sage was not good at loss, or pain, or um, what did this count as anyway, was this like betrayal with a traumatic overtone or something? Fucked up. How about that, it was pretty fucked up. Who did shit like that, oh I don’t like your brother, let me just give him a life-threatening disability and hope happenstance takes care of the rest.
UGH!
Her heart still hurt over it. But it wasn’t her pain to have, either, and without Ezio and with Caleb still being missing, Morgyn didn’t have a lot of people left to turn to and lean on. Cassandra and Drake were around, but maybe didn’t really understand Morgyn’s pain. She didn’t know. Was it presumptuous of her to think that she could? To want to understand?
She’d already come to accept that she was falling in love with Morgyn. Maybe this was just the next logical step.
When Liberty did finally find the blond, Morgyn was at the bar in one of the various establishments all over Britechester. The joy of college towns, they tended to have a lot of entertainment options. Everyone knew no one partied like a college kid, bonus points if you happened to have two colleges in town.
But shit happened, especially in college towns, to college students, that happened to be on the LGBT spectrum.
Liberty didn’t draw attention to herself. She’d sat down at a table nearby, and watched Morgyn down probably around fifteen or sixteen shots of something, end up even more drunk, and then get into a conversation with some random guy. Liberty didn’t like that. Morgyn was way too drunk to be making decisions like getting into bed with strangers and too heartbroken to be able to handle it right now anyway.
When Morgyn left, the man followed. And then a second one followed him, and Liberty liked it even less. She stood up, immediately moving around the table and tailing the three. Unfortunately, they led her down the street a ways and she couldn’t follow too closely, and then they turned somewhere, and then must’ve turned somewhere again, because Liberty lost track of them.
Her sense of direction being absolute shit was probably not helping in this instance. Liberty stopped, because she could feel the panic rising in her chest, tingling up her spine. She wasn’t going to find them by having a panic attack.
The street lamps buzzed. The bugs crashed into the glass with soft tink sounds. Liberty took a breath in, held it, let it out slowly. She did that a few more times. Then, she pulled her phone out, and went looking for Morgyn’s entry first.
Morgyn, where are you? she sent.
Liberty didn’t expect to get an answer to that. She went back to contacts, and found Summer’s.
I may need your help with something, I have no idea, she sent. Just stay on standby I guess.
What? What’s wrong? Where are you? Summer sent back.
Liberty didn’t answer that one, putting her phone back into her purse, closing her eyes, and breathing. Her grandfather used to teach her breathing exercises, ways of keeping one’s qi focused and aligned. Um, whatever that meant, but now she was kind of wondering if it was supposed to help with magic. Theoretically, the concept of qi was very similar to magical energy. Maybe, the two were synonymous.
As she breathed, she calmed back down, and she could sense Morgyn’s magic again. And when she opened her eyes, she could see it, too, a faint, wispy trail of orange-y red snaking across the concrete. Liberty took one more breath in, reached into her purse to pull out the kitchen knife she carried around (because she did not feel safe walking home alone at night from the space centre), and followed it.
It led across Gibbs Hill, and over to the outskirts of Britechester. The sinking feeling of dread became stronger as she went, but she didn’t stop, or slow down. Eventually, it went underneath a particular bar’s door. Liberty breathed in again, and opened the door. It was dimly lit and full of lingering cigarette (and probably drug) smoke. Liberty glanced down at the floor, finding the orange-y red trail that she was praying led to Morgyn, and followed it up the stairs.
The music from the floor below made it hard to hear anything, so Liberty just kept following the trail. She’d have to figure out how to do this trail thing on purpose and maybe teach everyone else how to replicate it. It was pretty cool. (Thanks, yeye.)
As she got apparently closer to where the trail terminated, she finally heard what sounded like muffled screaming, and being as she’d spent at least an hour listening to Morgyn scream, she’d recognise the sound. Liberty bolted for it, smacking into the door, and shoving it open. They’d trapped Morgyn between them.
Liberty saw red. Quickly, she strode over to the one behind Morgyn and aimed the knife at the base of his spine. “Let, him, go,” she said.
“Shit, what the fuck-” the man protested, but he stopped at least.
“Let GO, or I’m going to paralyse you for the rest of your life, let go!” Liberty snarled.
The man slid out of Morgyn and backed away. The other didn’t.
“GET OUT OF HIM RIGHT NOW OR I WILL FUCKING HURT YOU I SWEAR TO GOD!”
The other one slid out of Morgyn too. Morgyn dropped to the floor and scooted across the wood behind Liberty, but the second man didn’t back away like the first, instead drawing his arm back and throwing a punch at her.
Liberty squeaked and ducked, her arm raising with the motion and shoving the knife into his shoulder joint.
She was never going to be able to do that on purpose.
The man howled in pain. Liberty pulled the knife out, splattering blood all over the floor. The first man spooked, and ran. The second one stumbled, hit the wall, and then ran after the first.
It was only then that Liberty realised how hard she was shaking, how her breathing was spluttering. It took more work than it should’ve, but she shook the knife loose of her hand and dropped it, turning around and kneeling down in front of Morgyn.
“Morgyn, hey,” she said, reaching for the blond, and then becoming afraid of touching Morgyn and withdrawing, “look at me, you’re okay now, where are your clothes?”
Morgyn didn’t answer, curling into a ball.
Okay. Okay, that was just fine, that was fine, Liberty pulled her phone out again, sending Summer another text message, and then pulling her outer coat off. It was a fairly long coat, it should cover everything at least. Gently, Liberty set it over Morgyn’s shoulders. The blond pulled it tighter.
“I need you to get up now,” she said. “We need to go, somewhere safer. The hospital, maybe-“
“No,” Morgyn said. “No.”
Liberty reached over, her hand hovering just slightly above Morgyn’s split lip. She wasn’t sure if that was the only one, and the hospital could help with pressing charges, if that was something Morgyn wanted to do.
“Home,” Morgyn mumbled, shifting around and falling against Liberty. “I wanna go home.”
Um. Liberty was absolutely not carrying Morgyn all the way back to San Myshuno, not like this. Her house was a little bit closer but only a little. Her vision blurred suddenly, the tightness in her chest finally getting to her, but she didn’t have the time to break apart right now. She had to get Morgyn somewhere safe.
Home, apparently. “Can you stand up?” she asked.
Morgyn made some kind of noise, and shifted around, sitting up, and then trying to stand. Morgyn got partway up before the blond squealed in pain and fell back down. Liberty instinctively reached out, stopping the fall before Morgyn hit the floor.
Morgyn winced, drew a breath in, shifted around in Liberty’s grip, and threw up onto the floor.
Liberty just held onto the blond, brushing Morgyn’s hair back, and waited. “I’ll say that’s a no,” she said. “I’ll have to pick you up. Are you okay with that?”
Morgyn didn’t answer right away, breathing hard, and then nodded.
“You’re not going to throw up on me the second I do, are you?” she asked.
There was another pause, as Morgyn thought about it, and then the blond’s head shook.
Liberty reached into her hair, pulling a couple pins out, slipping them into Morgyn’s hair to keep blond waves out of the way. And then she got her arms under Morgyn, lifted the bundle of sage up into her arms, and headed for the door.
* * *
Morgyn was heavier than Liberty had been expecting. Of course, she spent all day cleaning toilets and occasionally carting rocket parts and bits and bobs where they needed to go, but she didn’t spend very long carrying a whole ass person.
The scent of alcohol was starting to make her queasy, though. Finally, she trudged up the stairs to the house she shared with Travis and Summer. … she stood on the porch, staring at the door for a long moment, and then her foot slammed into the base of the door.
“Summer!” she called. “Come open the door! Summer!”
There was a thunk, and Summer said something to Travis about moving cables, and then the door opened.
“Thank god you’re- whoa,” Summer said, blinking at Morgyn.
“Move, move move,” Liberty said.
Summer slid to the side, holding the door, as Liberty scooted past her with Morgyn.
Travis looked over from the TV. He was playing Density Effect or something. “What the fuck Libs?” he asked. “Picking up drunks is not your style.”
Liberty tried not to get annoyed. She failed a little. The electrical outlet closest to her sparked. “This is my friend Morgyn,” she said. “He’s having a hard time and needs a place to say for tonight.”
“That’s fine,” Summer said, but she was looking pointedly at Travis.
Travis sighed, turning back to the television. “Yeah, that’s fine.”
Liberty didn’t care either way. They were accepting that Morgyn was here, or they were going to be in a bad mood for a night or two. Liberty shuffled down the hallway, bumping her door open with her butt, and went in, setting Morgyn down on her bed.
By now, Morgyn had gone quiet. Liberty wasn’t terribly surprised, but the blond didn’t seem to mind just about anything she decided to do, so Liberty got the blond into a bath. That one was a harsh debate, but Morgyn didn’t seem to want to do anything with this.
Liberty asked about it at least three more times, and Morgyn said no every time. It wasn’t Liberty’s decision-deciding to do it anyway, and finding Morgyn really didn’t want to do anything with it would only strain their relationship later.
So, instead, Liberty got Morgyn cleaned up, the sweat and other such things off, and then into a nightgown, and in bed.
She sat down beside the blond. Morgyn hadn’t said anything since they’d gotten past Granite Falls. Liberty had no idea what to do now. She’d just been winging it the entire way, mostly, praying she was making the right choices.
Her hand raised, moving to brush blond hair out of Morgyn’s face, still wet and sticking to pale skin, but she drew her hand away at the last second. She didn’t want to violate any of Morgyn’s boundaries. That’d been done quite enough already.
Morgyn reached over, and took her hand instead, though. Then, Morgyn sat up, swayed a little, and leaned over towards her.
She just realised at the last second Morgyn was going for a kiss, and moved her arm to stop the movement. “No,” she said softly. “Morgyn no, not right now, not after that, with you this drunk.”
Morgyn didn’t answer. There was something in those green eyes she couldn’t quite make sense of, not yet, and she put her arm back down. Morgyn leaned over again. Her arm raised back up.
“I have more respect for you than this,” she said. “We’re not doing anything until you’re sober.” Well, they probably weren’t doing anything even when Morgyn was sober, because she had a hard time believing Morgyn would still want her if the blond wasn’t bloody trashed.
Morgyn turned away, and then laid back down. They were both quiet, and then very softly, Morgyn said, “Don’t leave me.”
And that quiet, small little voice, the pain and the confusion in it, it almost broke her heart all over again. She swallowed that down. “I won’t,” she said. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” She shifted around, kneeling down beside the bed, still holding Morgyn’s hand, the other hand raising to gently pet Morgyn’s hair.
She didn’t know how long it was, before Morgyn’s breathing evened out, and the blond’s hand released hers. She gently scooted her hand out of Morgyn’s, standing up and moving around the bed, and out the door. Liberty trudged out into the living room. Travis was still playing his game. Summer was watching.
Wordlessly, Liberty sat down on the couch on the other side of Summer, and broke down into tears. She never wanted to live through anything like that ever again, and she found, it hurt a little more, to know that it was someone that she cared about.
Summer shuffled over to her, wrapping her arms around her. Liberty moved and clung to her.
Maybe, somehow, it’d be better tomorrow.
* * *
When she woke up, the sunlight streaming in the windows, the birds chirping, and her back killing her, there was a blanket draped over her, and Morgyn was gone.
Liberty immediately sat up, pulling the blanket off and setting it on the bed. The blond could’ve gone home, and maybe that would be the best outcome. It was somewhere familiar, it’d be comforting, she imagined, full of familiar sounds and scents. Being somewhere unfamiliar could be weirdly isolating, and Morgyn definitely didn’t need that right now.
Still, she worried, perhaps more than she should. She didn’t know what kind of a mental place Morgyn would be in this morning, if Morgyn would even remember anything, and what, if the blond did remember.
Liberty stood up, shuffled out into the kitchen. Summer was sitting at the bar, munching on grapes. Travis was playing games again.
“When did Morgyn leave?” she asked.
Summer looked up. “He didn’t,” she answered. “I think I heard the bathroom door close earlier, though.”
Liberty released a breath she hadn’t been aware she was holding. “Thanks,” she said, turning around and heading down the hall. The light in the bathroom was on. Liberty stopped just outside it, taking a breath in.
Lightly, she tapped on the door. “Morgyn?” she asked softly. “Morgyn, are you okay? If you need anything, just ask me, alright?” She didn’t want to accidentally leave Morgyn alone right now, in any capacity, at least not until she knew that Morgyn would be okay.
Morgyn didn’t answer. But after a long moment, just as Liberty was about to turn back into her room and wait for Morgyn to come out, she could hear the sound of the blond crying. Her heart squeezed in her chest.
If she ever saw those two again, she might just kill them both. And she would remember their faces.
Summer shuffled up behind her. She was quiet for a moment, and then looked over at Liberty. “Wild night?” she asked.
Liberty pulled her away from the door. “He just lost his brother,” she said.
“Ooooh,” Summer said, looking saddened.
“His twin brother,” Liberty added.
“Oh that’s worse…”
“And then his mentor betrayed him,” Liberty finished.
Summer raised an eyebrow. “Okay, now this sounds like a bad video game plot,” she said.
“I wish it was,” Liberty said. There was even more bad video game plot to the story, but Liberty wasn’t going to tell Summer or Travis that part. If she had her way, she’d even forget it existed.
She didn’t think she’d ever forget the sound of Morgyn screaming.
“Hey, Travis?” she said, leaning over to kind of see him down the hall.
“Yeah?” Travis answered.
“Do you have any spare clothes Morgyn can borrow?” Liberty asked. “Just for right now, that is.”
“Yeah, I think so,” Travis answered.
The bathroom door opened, just slightly. Liberty and Summer turned towards it, and Morgyn stepped out, wiping away tear tracks.
Liberty blinked in surprise. The blond was not blond anymore, Morgyn’s hair was a deep chestnut brown colour. It was rather gorgeous on Morgyn, if one asked Liberty, but it was probably a good thing that no one had. It’d seem Morgyn had gotten into her closet, because the sage was wearing one of her turtlenecks, and one of her skirts.
That was a very terrible match, though, Liberty thought. It didn’t look bad on Morgyn, just, didn’t quite look good, either.
Liberty frowned.
“Oh my,” Summer said.
Travis came down the hall, headed to his room, but he stopped. “Oh fuck,” he said. “That’s hot.”
Morgyn fidgeted. Liberty shot Travis an annoyed look. Summer’s eyes widened.
“Okay! And we’re leaving now,” she said, reaching over and taking Travis by the shoulders, shoving him back down the hallway to the living room, despite his many protests along the way.
Liberty released a sigh, then turned back to Morgyn. There was a bruise under the now brown waves, she could tell. Morgyn’s lip had kind of bruised too, vague marks around Morgyn’s neck were just barely visible beneath the turtleneck, but that was better than she’d been afraid of.
“Welp, I can’t do this,” she said, shuffling into her bedroom and going through her closet. There had to be something better than that particular skirt, something that matched the turtleneck a bit better. It took several minutes of rummaging, but she finally squeaked and pulled another skirt out. This one was a little bit longer, too, and black.
She shuffled back over to Morgyn, holding the skirt out. “There, this should work better,” she said.
Morgyn took the skirt, looking confused.
“What?” Liberty asked.
Morgyn gestured down at the clothes the sage was wearing, eyebrows raising, though it looked like it was painful to do that right now.
“What, did you think I had a problem with you wearing my clothes?” she asked.
Morgyn nodded.
“No, psh,” Liberty answered, “it’s just that matching that skirt with that shirt is kind of criminal, that’s all.”
Morgyn looked even more confused.
Liberty shifted her weight. “Are you comfortable?” she asked, resting a hand on her hip.
Morgyn nodded.
“Okay then,” she said. “That’s all I need to know. I mean, it is a little unfair, because I think you look way better in my clothes than I do, but it’s still-“
Liberty went silent, as Morgyn burst into tears, and stepped forward to cling to her. That was not the response that she’d been expecting, but then, Morgyn had probably faced a lot of shit over the years because of the way Morgyn presented and the clothes that the not-blond chose to wear.
Honestly, Liberty wouldn’t even be surprised to find out the attack last night had been at least partially motivated by transphobia or something.
“Hey,” Liberty said, gently wrapping her arms around Morgyn and hugging back, “never be afraid to be you around me, okay?”
Morgyn didn’t answer, just clung a little bit tighter for a moment, before loosening grip again.
“Your hair changed colours,” she said. “That’s going to take some getting used to.”
Morgyn snorted, letting Liberty go and backing away, then holding up a hand, loosing a slight spark of magic, and gesturing at the brown waves.
“Oooh,” Liberty said. “You’ll have to teach me how to dye hair with magic. I think I’d look pretty rad in cobalt blue.”
Morgyn snorted again.
“I’m going to go make some green tea, with lemon and honey, okay?” Liberty said. “It’ll help your throat. You can change really quick, and I’ll be back.”
Liberty turned away, but Morgyn reached out and took her hand. Liberty turned back around. Morgyn looked rather upset.
“It’s okay,” Liberty said. “I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t trust Summer and Travis. Travis might say things, but he won’t do anything, he’s harmless. I’ve known him since we were in grade school. Summer, too.”
Morgyn thought about it, for a long moment, and then let her hand go, turned around, and went back into the bathroom.
And Liberty could only hope that she was enough to help Morgyn heal a little.
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