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Neron listens, and he listens well. From Morgan's first words, his brow is furrowed with concern - they share the disapproval, that much is plain, and he folds his arms across his chest as if he is considering what he might do to this Oliver if he meets him. But there's more, and a flash of recognition does indeed ignite in his eyes at mention of the Order. He hasn't run into them, but he has been warned about their threat to the Ascended.
Letting out a low whistle, he can't help but flash a smile at Morgan. "You aren't asking for much, are you?" he murmurs, though he's very clearly only whining for the sake of it. "Consider it done. As for Wessex, she is still resting as far as I am aware. If it were me... I would want to know. However, with all that is going on currently for Longnight, I think perhaps we ought to wait until after that is over regardless."
Distraction was the last thing anyone needed at a time like this.
Letting out a low whistle, he can't help but flash a smile at Morgan. "You aren't asking for much, are you?" he murmurs, though he's very clearly only whining for the sake of it. "Consider it done. As for Wessex, she is still resting as far as I am aware. If it were me... I would want to know. However, with all that is going on currently for Longnight, I think perhaps we ought to wait until after that is over regardless."
Distraction was the last thing anyone needed at a time like this.
lay your hand on me, one last time
