[ The bow of the head is enough, and when Morgana sits in the chair next to her (there must always be an adjoining throne ready for her daughter when they are in good relations, and her husband should he ever show), Anne reaches out to place one hand over the younger woman's, offering it a light but affectionate squeeze. Her other drifts to just beneath Morgana's chin, tilting just enough so that the queen can lean over for a chaste kiss on the lips in proper greeting. It is a gift, an honor, a blessing, even for a friend, whether the other woman appreciates it or not. ]

I must admit I am gladdened by your hasty response, Lady Morgana. Sometimes I find the nights too long to bear, even with so much to do and somehow never enough time. My thoughts, they are too loud, and not as organized as I would often wish.