That pleased her enough to be annoying.
'I'm enjoying the magic, not being useful to this scumbag.'
She turned her staff to tighten the channel, letting the work occupy her while the thought of his other interference returned.
She was glad she'd apologized to Felicity for failing her as a mother. Her daughter's insistence that it wasn't too late had settled that, however much Morgana still resented being pushed into it.
"You can give it more," she told him, ignoring his request for elaboration.
"Are you certain?"
"Yes."
Quinlan spread the fingers of his raised hand and fed more mana into the wind and water already carrying them forward.
The sea flattened ahead of the bow. Behind them, the narrowing wake tore open in a roar that drowned the shouts from the deck as the ship accelerated.
Morgana bent her knees and leaned forward to keep her footing on Veshara's back.
"Good," she muttered, turning her staff into the next correction.
