Morgana watched the woman as she stared at her daughter. Her eyes held the pain of a mother going through the pain of watching her daughter lay half dead. Occasionally the woman grabbed her daughter's hand and kissed it, sometimes she would whisper words to the young lady.
Morgana understood those feelings, she had never given birth but she had a child she loved like a daughter and because of fate, she had lost her. Not wanting to wake up dead memories, Morgana shoved the memory deep inside her and walked towards Sal.
"Sal, I think you should go rest".
Sal stared at the aged woman whom she had become acquainted with in the past hours.
"No, I'm fine" she replied and returned her gaze to the sleeping Verity.
Morgana sighed and placed her hands on Sal's shoulders.
"I know this is ha
