Speech // thought // Serbian
Morwenna nodded, choking back the attempt at stuffing down her tears. She was so glad to find Kaija, in the mess of all this. How had she escaped Obscura? The questions might remain unasked, unanswered. She didn't want to admit the healer had overstepped her bounds with Siduri. She fully accepted the fault of the attack was her own. Things always seem to go awry when she starts to feel like had found a place to settle down in, someone to hold her for longer than a few nights. She should keep away from Scald and Calliope before something happened to them too. Maybe she could linger a bit longer at Kaija's side for this, but she didn't want to bring down the bad omens that seemed to nip at her heels.
"You're right. I've been to glowshroom caverns before and this was never here." Morwenna recalled, her tail touching Kaija as if to reassure her the woman was still near.
She watched Kaija brush away some dirt at the base of the spire.
"If we dig here do you think we could find where they've come from? What they're made of?" She wondered aloud and moved to another side of the spike. She made to use her paw to brush the dirt away but the ghost of what should have been physical made no changes to the dirt and it made her pause for a moment. Still adjusting to a life with what was once there. At least her pretty tail had escaped unscathed.
She fully lay down and used her remaining forelimb to dig at the earth around the strange moaning spike. Refusing to check if Kaija had seen her fumble.