Once the two were out the domain of tiny Medea, the sorceress breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't let her guard down entirely, but for a moment let herself think that at least that part of this trial was over...

Until she heard Morgan's voice- cutting in again, and again-

And Medea's eyes grew cold as she all but latched onto his arm, giving the reflections a truly vicious glare... and then her eyes met that strange, perfect Morgan's. Was that Stormborn-

No, now wasn't the time to ask.

Her grip tightened- "...Morgan. I don't know if you'll believe it from a woman like me, but I'm not using you. You know that, don't you?"