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For some reason, it made him feel more guilty as much as it did ease the guilt. Rivven slipped off his lower garments and slipped in, moving over beside Morgan, and regardless of if she faced him, was turned away, or had her side to him, wrapped his arms gently around her, and laid his head down, his forehead against her shoulder. He stood there quietly for a while, and then gently kissed her neck, still not saying a thing, and let his arms drop away from her.

Damn it had been a long time sense he stood outside these doors. Quin could hardly remeber the last time he had been here, nor could he really think upon what reason it was. He thought it had something to do with a ghost, but the details were not there.

Moving up to the door he nocked and waited for an answer.

The castle itself had been enough to confuse Rivven. Between that, the magical serving of alarms, a dragon that seemed to be slacking of late, and a nice view of the way in, he had left redisigning the castle, which he'd need to talk to Morgan about, until after other things. Besides, worst come to worst, there was always him.

Walking down the hallway straight toward them, calmly composed, hands in pant pockets. Stopping a good eighteen feet before them, if not for the usual reason of stopping in front of someone, he balled one hand into a fist, pressing it to the palm of the other, and bowed low, breifly, white hair falling about, and sliding more or less back into place as he straightened. "Hello Quintilius. Miss. This is a rather unexpected visit." His white coat was on and buckled on as usual when he left the house, though to have the belts over it or the collar done all the way up while within his home was a bit unusual of him. The narrow, pale blue eyes watched the both absolutely neutrally.

Quin's duty here was at an end for all he knew. So he stood back and let them have at it. This was just side work to a better economic stance in the future.

There she was! Fay saw her coming to the door and moved just a little inside, not enough to be rude as far as she was concerned "You haven't aged a day. Then again, you still move through life quickly."

"Trade, trade. I'm still in favor." Fay tipped her head in humility and smiled to Morgan "Must we fight though? In this new and, we are free to start over. So many years wasted, but now through me your nation can profit. And isn't that great news?"

"Morgan can't help but leave an impression on those she meets." Fay said, laughingly and keeping a smile on "And of course there's history. I've known her since....what were you, twelve?"

"I discovered her and brought her to court, she's also been in a great deal of my campaigns." Fay studied Morgan "So worn, perhaps I have caught you at a bad hour. The last I saw of you in this state," she stopped, it starting to dawn. Her voice started to taper "Mordrid...."