I could feel her heart rate start to increase in speed. Something was bothering her.
“What is troubling you, little goddess?” I asked, gently.
“I was just thinking about my family,” she answered.
“You will get to meet them soon,” I assured her. Once the dark elves had been defeated, I would take Morrigan to Asgard and reunite her with her family.
“No, not them. I haven’t thought of my biological donors as family, not as yet.”
“You’ve called them that before, but, Morrigan, they are your family… not simply biological donors.”
“I… I guess I’ve been calling them that in my head. It feels disloyal to my parents, the ones who raised me, loved me and sacrificed for me, to call them anything else.”
“You can have more than one set of parents, sweetheart. I understand what you are saying though. When Loki tricked Hod into killing my father, my mother left. My grandmother became more like my mother. Family drama is something I am familiar with.” I watched her closely, listening for her anxiety. My powers were useful in discernment.
“Wow! That is terrible!” She went quiet for a minute before speaking again. “I just know that my disappearance will break their hearts. I am sure they are all missing me right now and the idea of them worrying about me… it is breaking my heart, Forseti. Can’t I please call them and let them know I am okay? I won’t tell them anything else, I swear.” She turned to look at me with pleading eyes.
“I understand your concern for your family, I really do, but you can’t contact them, Morrigan. It is unsafe for everyone involved. Loki’s forces will have descended and surrounded your family with dark magic. They will be listening for a call, for any sign of you, to help track your location. I’m sorry, but you have to remain completely hidden for now.” I could tell she was unhappy with my decision, but she wisely refrained from arguing with me.