It would be funny if it wasn't so sad, the way Steves kindness and generosity is always such a surprise to her. Morgana knows he's a good man, she knows his heart is ever in the right place and yet still she finds herself barely containing tears because even those she considered good men back home did not speak to her this way.
There was only Gwen, and the unspoken truth about what she was that lay between them, covered up with flowers and playful teasing.
She swallowed and smiled, a soft smile that was sad but also, for once, hopeful.
'I know I can call you, I did today. It never crossed my mind that you wouldn't be there for me, be it by message or in person.' it had caught her by surprise how swiftly he had come to her, but not really that he had come at all.
He was a good man. Good men cared for their friends.
'I think Barry may think I'm off my rocker, we haven't had much time to chat.' they had spent so much time now not talking that it had become a game almost because at this point what was there to say? 'Not that he'd be entirely wrong in thinking that.'
After all, wasn't there always a spark of madness of misunderstanding in seers? The oracle at Delphi, Cassandra... no seer was ever really understood. She wasn't understood back home.
'If my powers ever do come back and I tell you not to die and you do, I will punch your corpse, so you know.' the soft smile turned into a grin as she looked at him, 'and then punch you when they raise you from the dead like they do in this place.' people survived all sorts of things they shouldn't have here which made it easier to joke, but she was only half joking. There had been times she would've clobbered Arthur for not listening to her, times she almost did.
Steve was exactly the sort to run into danger to do the right thing, even after she warned him of death. Not unlike Arthur in that respect, even though she had come to see many differences between them otherwise.
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There was only Gwen, and the unspoken truth about what she was that lay between them, covered up with flowers and playful teasing.
She swallowed and smiled, a soft smile that was sad but also, for once, hopeful.
'I know I can call you, I did today. It never crossed my mind that you wouldn't be there for me, be it by message or in person.' it had caught her by surprise how swiftly he had come to her, but not really that he had come at all.
He was a good man. Good men cared for their friends.
'I think Barry may think I'm off my rocker, we haven't had much time to chat.' they had spent so much time now not talking that it had become a game almost because at this point what was there to say? 'Not that he'd be entirely wrong in thinking that.'
After all, wasn't there always a spark of madness of misunderstanding in seers? The oracle at Delphi, Cassandra... no seer was ever really understood. She wasn't understood back home.
'If my powers ever do come back and I tell you not to die and you do, I will punch your corpse, so you know.' the soft smile turned into a grin as she looked at him, 'and then punch you when they raise you from the dead like they do in this place.' people survived all sorts of things they shouldn't have here which made it easier to joke, but she was only half joking. There had been times she would've clobbered Arthur for not listening to her, times she almost did.
Steve was exactly the sort to run into danger to do the right thing, even after she warned him of death. Not unlike Arthur in that respect, even though she had come to see many differences between them otherwise.