[He dodged that well, and she's noting that in her mind even as he trades his sword for his spell tome. She was given a bit more warning than he was, as far as the attack is concerned, and so she can dance out of the way of the bolt of electricity with a bit more grace.

But yikes, that would hurt if it connected, and she notes that too, grimly. She can't let him stop her from carrying out her orders, though.

So it would be better if she takes care of this quickly. If she doesn't engage in discussion. If she takes him by surprise and wipes him out as quickly as possible. That would be tactically sound--but she doesn't. She doesn't know why, but that what he said strikes a chord, and she can't let him get away with such a scoffing tone when talking about Grima.]

Of course they're our friends. [She's never denied that she's here to kill her friends.

She's never denied it at all...]

But what Lord Grima says goes. I would never betray him...never! And if I succeed here, maybe he'll be proud of me...!

[Because at base, all Morgans function on the same sort of obsession--that of pleasing their parent.]