I had an inkling. [She could at least make a good guess that a man who lived that long, constantly burning and falling, would not always be the most grounded.]

As for you... Well. I was a good guest. I wasn't nosy. After a few words here and there, I made my own conclusions.

[Her focus gravitates towards Morgan as she assesses his behavior and attitude about this whole conversation. He has a calm about him that doesn't sit right with her. She now understands Oren and Iona's side.]

... What do your eyes see young man? [Berna leans forward, her eyes daring. Her voice low.]

Am I being reduced to a pretty bauble as we speak? To be packaged along with the art I am so graciously parting with?