Xaviers!

"So maybe you just need to break out of what's expected of you? Do you want to be Sam? Do you want to be the Morrigan? Some melding of the two?"

"There's a lot of ideas on what Sam's supposed to be, and a lot of ideas on what the Morrigan's supposed to be."

"At least Sam's almost expected to experiment a little now that she's gone off to Uni," she chuckles.

"Maybe a different question then. What do *you* want Sam to be?"

"I don't... want to be small anymore. I don't want to be afraid of what I can do. That's what feels right about when I'm the Morrigan."

"Then don't be. Be the Sam you want to be and we'll adjust to that."

"I think I'm on my way to that. I hope I am. At the least, a few of your bad habits are rubbing off on me," she smirks faintly.

"So does that make me a 'good influence'?" She grins.

"It makes it fairly dangerous when someone wakes us up with a knock on the door," she grins back, loosening her bathrobe.

"You say dangerous, I hear 'showing how many fucks we don't give'."

"Didn't take much to convince me," she chuckles, shrugging the robe aside. The muscle tone that had started to show in her arms has spread since then. She's not quite the vision that Deirdre had seen on that fateful day, but she's grown altogether more... libertine in ways that might please Tereza's wolf.

"Best to be comfortable, aye?"

Tereza traces a finger along one of Sam's arms, "I like comfortable."

"So you're not going to want to go straight to the cafeteria?" Sam teases.

Tereza grins, "I don't know. Are we, goddess?"

"Any proper goddess would make sure her wolf is well-fed, aye?"

"Well fed and happy." She pulls Sam to her, wrapping her arms around her tightly.

((Fade?))