Morgana slowly brought her hand to her face, her fingers pressing against her forehead as if trying to contain the growing weight of everything she had just heard, and then let out a long, tired sigh, one that carries not only physical exhaustion but also the weariness of someone who realizes that the situation is much deeper and more dangerous than she would like to admit. Her eyes closed for a brief moment, and when she spoke, her voice came out lower, almost a murmur laden with contained frustration.
"...are things always this difficult?"
Damon observed the scene with an almost contrasting calm, leaning against the wall as if that kind of complication were just another variable in a game he already knew all too well, and then let out a slight nasal laugh, not of mockery, but of recognition.
"Sometimes they can be," he replied, in a light tone, but honest enough not to soften the reality too much.
