Worried might have been an understatement, but there wasn't much to be done about that now and if she was anything, a chronic worrier was certainly it. Morgana inhaled, the familliar scent of Jack mixed with the sharper scent of bleach as he whispered.

It wasn't enough to satisfy her, or even calm the thundering of her heart but it would have to suffice. She couldn't blame him for being uncomfortable saying too much here, especially as he wasn't just another nobody citizen. People would be far interested in overhearing him than they would her.

Turning her head just enough to press a soft kiss to his temple, Morgana sighs.

'It's fine. My fault for making friends with all the foolish boys, I suppose.' the smile that comes with the gentle tease is only faked a little. 'Will they keep you long?'