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morgana reacts the only way she knows how to ]

My... arm...?

[ she seems to inspect it for a moment, golden gaze roving over the ivory bone that sits exposed. there isn't any surprise in her stare, because it is her arm. she knows what it is. but to simply ask point blank about her appearance, why... it's gusty. a grin spreads across her lips like a ripple in water, and she raises her arm, holds it out so that it looks like she's reaching for him. she doesn't touch, no. her reach is too short for that, but dave gets a shades-full of her ghoulish hand. ]

Why do you ask? You question me and don't even answer my initial question. Really, I have to ask: what kind of madness are you cooking up in that empty bowl of your's you call a skull? I'd quite like to know. Are you incapable of focusing on more than one topic? Hahaha...! Or perhaps my ghastly appearance offends you? Which is it, my dear? I wonder!

[ of course, aside from her arm, morgana's a normal looking girl these days. the effect might be dulled, but she hopes it's still intimidating. ]