[Morgana shifts from where she had been resting her head against Sigrid's shoulder to sit up a little more. Her fingers brush a loose strand of hair back behind Sigrids ear, but only after she admires it for a moment.]

If he married you instead, I could still be here. Maybe a little blonder... You would've had me sooner, but either way, you have me now so I s'pose part of it worked out.

I like it here. [She takes a breath then softly adds] I love you, Sigrid.