Morrigan's half-smile takes on a wry slant. She would be a wealthy woman indeed if she had a silver for every person she has met under unfortunate circumstances.

"Agreed." It would be nice to think she has not simply survived a crisis in her own world to be plunged into a crisis in this one. "On both counts." Her eyes stray to a pair of volunteers struggling with the fence. "It seems fire is a helpful deterrent. I can cast a barrier on you if you would like," she adds, an afterthought. "A temporary effect only, but until it is worn down their claws and teeth will be less of a concern."

Helpful, she imagines, if Cecelia's confidence with her new weapon is not high.