Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200707214420/@comment-29038468-20200712163417

"This is amazing! We shouldn't have any problems in this room! Oh, it always was her favorite room. She'd spend hours rearranging the furniture, making it invisible, sticking it to the ceiling, inverting the colors of the room itself. How Samia was so displeased when the two of you made the room nothing but fireplaces..." B.Morgan drones on about an old memory concerning Ophelia and Cyndwella. "There will be time for memories later, for now, get her into the bed and help me clean a bit would you?" P.Morgan says starting to clean.

The two set about cleaning the room after Y.Morgan has been put into the bed. Cleaning the walls and furniture, and making a fire. The warmth spreads through the room as the fire cackles and casts a glow on Lina and Cyndwella. The two Morgans look at each other, remaining silent with sad looks for a time. "I suppose this is it then." P.Morgan says. "Yes, we should return to our self." B.Morgan replies. The two turn to Cyndwella and Lina and bow. "We're grateful that you've allowed us clemency after all the trouble we've caused you Lady Cyndwella. And thank you Lina for your help in these matters." B.Morgan thanks them. The two look at each other again and hold hands as they sink into the ground as one big shadow and flow into Y.Morgan.

For a short time, she's quiet as she stares at the ceiling. She coughs a bit and turns to look at Cyndwella and Lina. "Auntie Cyndwela...Lina...What's...where am I?" A weak voice asks them. It's Ophelia, her eyes are flickering colors. With how much her body has changed, there's very little of her left to hold onto.