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Rivven grasped her hand firmly, and smiled affectionately, leading her back to his room in the men's lodgings. He kissed her gently on the lips, before turning to open up and enter a finally clean room, taking his coat off and folding it, setting it then atop the dresser and sitting on the bed. "Is there anything you want to talk about until then, or shall we wait?" he said, motioning to an empty space next to him where she could sit if she wanted.

"Well... nothing worth bringing up. Not much really." he said, looking up to the window before slowly swinging he gaze over to her eyes. Rivven leaned over and put his lips low against her neck, kissing her, and drawing it up a bit further and kissing her neck again. He slowly leaned back, and twisted his hand in hers to entwine their fingers through each other. "Right now, I am just happy to be here with you. That's all I really want to think about right now, for a little while anyway. Is that... selfish of me...?" he asked, staring down at the ground between his feet.

Rivven smiled and moved their entwined hands back further onto the bed, and put his other hand on her cheek, body around in front of her and kissing her on the lips, letting it get slowly deeper and harder as the kiss continued, slowly leaning her back onto the bed, until he found himself slowly catching his breath, using one hand to hold himself up as the other held her's, leaning over Morgan where he'd slowly laid her on the bed. After a long moment, he leaned back in again to give her a soft little kiss on the lips, and moved his mouth to her ear to wisper "I love you." before slowly leaning back and laying beside her, closing his eyes, and slipping his shoes off using just his feet. He just wanted to lay there like this until that hour ended. Until she needed him to see that, there was little he could imagine better than this.

"Morgan...?" Rivven sat up and watched her undress, though he mostly just watched her face, still not sure if it was appropriate for him to look at the rest of her or not, and sat up slowly. He looked over at the window, and back at her. It must be getting to be about time, this seemed abnormal otherwise. Blushing as he did it, he risked a glance at her body as she revealed it, but only examined it for a moment, looking back to her face and waiting. For whatever could possibly come next.

Rivven stared as the transformation took place. At first his eyes went wide, but as it slowly continued, he took control of himself. Until the bleeding began. He paused a moment, staring at all the changes of Morgan's body, both the dramatic and those less so. Rivven stood, and shook his head, running to the cabinet and rooting through it. "Y-you're bleeding, stay there and I'll get something to close up the wounds." he said, pulling out the small collection of items which had already been in the room when he'd gotten it, until he found several small hand towells, and carried them back, tying them in place around the base of the wing where the bleeding began, and walking back to stand in front of her again, wondering what to do about the bleeding in her mouth. So this is the other part of the curse. He slowly picked up one of her now clawed hands, and lifted it up on one of his own to his chest level, staring at the claws for a long moment, and then up to the creature's eyes. "Tell me. About this curse. Does this alter your mind, or control it, as well, or is that still the Morgan I know, behind those eyes?"

Rivven caught his balance against the dresser, and took a step after the thing as it burst out the window. His what little broken glass that had ended up inside the room managed to cut his bare feet as he ran to the edge of the window, forgetting to take caution of them."Dammit...!" he looked after it flying away, considering if there was any way he could tail it, and then thought better of the idea. It didn't seem likely anything would come of that, nothing good. He stepped back to the bed, sitting on it's edge and biting his bottom lip in thought for a long moment before he set about picking the glass out of his feet, tossing it in a pile by the window where he swept the rest of it up. Digging longer, this time under the bathroom sink, he found some bandages, and wrapped up either foot, before returning to the bed. He picked up Morgan's clothes carefully, and stared at them for a moment. Then he folded them neatly, laying them beside his coat on the dresser, and sitting down on one of his beds pillows, falling asleep sitting up, propped against the headboard. If she didn't come back by morning, he'd take the toga and go looking.

Slowly something woke Rivven up. He was usually a light sleeper, and the thing returning should have woken him up, especially as he would have expected it to be load coming back, though not so much as it had been leaving. But this was a quiet sound, stirring him slowly to open his eyes, and quickly recall the night before. Running water? He opened his eyes and looked over to it, and there was Morgan, unclothed and... washing her hands? It didn't matter. Rivven lept out of the bed, ignoring a jolt of pain from a larger cut on his foot as it bled again for a moment, and rushed over behind Morgan, just stopping himself from throwing his arms around her in relief. "Morgan, are you alright? What happened, is...?" he'd been going to ask about if the thing she'd turned into always behaved like that, but it seemed a bad thing to mention, since he couldn't safely think of anyway to talk about something that at once was and apparently wasn't her. He was pretty certain she wouldn't have run away, even if it had upset her greatly that he'd seen her like that for some reason.