Morgan had intended to land and stop Deimos, grab him if possible; she had not meant to hurt him. The sharp bark pierced through the air and made her grit her teeth, the Warden swiftly getting up and heading over to where the Hellhound laid, going to kneel by him and offer out a hand (though she supposed he would have to shift back to take it).
"I apologise. I did not mean to land quite so hard." She explained, looking him over for any sign of serious injury; it seemed he was alright. "Perhaps that's enough running around for today? You are still ill, after all." She thought it unlikely he'd still want to rush around after he had been hit, and while Morgan was never one to be vain, she probably didn't need to let her reputation get muddied by running around slapping dogs too much.
