She's not entirely sure what to feel about the night before, either. Trapped here, there's no way she can apologize to Yuuna, or...to comfort Helios after that debacle either, and that makes her feel worse than the actual deed. That the man she'd slept with the night before is here with her should be troubling, but she's finding it a more comforting presence than anything. She'd told him the night before she loved him, after all. And she did mean that, though...in a different way than what he might've thought. Morrigan's lessons had sunk in well, and platonic love was easy to come by.

Her hand slides down his shoulder to his wrist, and she smiles.

"I don't have to call you by the title, but it is what you are. and it has a meaning, like everything my kind does." Her voice becomes serious, no teasing in her words at all. "When we finish this...Burning Legion and find our way home, it will become clearer. It's a measure of divinity. It gives you the standing of a lesser god. And...other things as well."

Hopefully he'd understand the implications of that. The authority to stand up and tell the gods to go jump off a cliff.