[Morgan just stares at him for a long moment. Think, he says. Always think. Think for a moment--as if she isn't already trying to stop all thinking. And there's a waver to her voice, because--]

I know. I k-know.

[She knows that Grima has taken over her father...but she can't let it go at that. She shakes her head, expression pained, and points her sword at him, though she has no intention of attacking him with it. It's more for emphasis than anything; right now, she's too distracted by this topic to even think about the fight.]

He chose to become Grima. It was...It was his choice! And he must have chosen for a reason this way...

[It hurts to think. If he hadn't chosen that way, then he would...still be the father she loved so much. But he didn't. He chose otherwise. And she has to respect that. It's the only choice she has.]

I'll serve him regardless, because he's my father!

[And much like an animal backed into a corner, she lashes out, not with the sword but with the tome, as he expected. She has noticed that he seems to have the edge over her in swordsmanship, so she'll mix it up and throw a Thoron spell at him instead, hardly even taking the time to aim properly.]