Ellison couldn't help but look up to her older brother for a moment, Conall Morrigan. Though the years had been bumpy, she had found them getting along now more than ever. As long as they stayed far away from the topic of his arrest and Magda Ivanova. She reached out and gave his shoulder a squeeze as Rilly rushed off towards Adder. "I will never understand how she loves him so much." She mumbled as she watched her father who was so callus towards the adults but so soft with the young ones. But then turned her gaze to Conall. "And congratulations." She said, embracing him tightly as she knew how precious pregnancy was.

Liono Morrigan approached with Quenya Morrigan and she couldn't be happier for the distraction. "Aren't you glowing?" She grinned as Ben stepped into her side nodding in agreement. "Not much longer now right?" She followed up Conall's question as she welcomed the distraction.

See you again.

What had she done?

“Uh…” Regan spluttered, looking anywhere but at Rosamere. The more she looked, the more she could see them - at least, she thought she could. Disdain coming like daggers from every Morrigan from terrace to hedge. Keelan’s mistress. Commoner scum. How had she not seen this coming?

She was feeling lightheaded.

“Fine,” Regan answered in an utterly unconvincing tone. “Uh, if you’ll excuse me for a moment -” With a squeeze, Regan slipped her arm out of Keelan’s and started to make her way towards what appeared to be a refreshments table. She grabbed a glass of punch and ducked around the corner between a couple of hedgerows; hopefully quickly enough that Keelan wouldn’t find her.

Regan tossed back the punch, regretting every choice she ever made before bringing the glass back empty.

Adder was fully aware of the ones who didn't belong. And the moment the sheep strayed from the others, Adder was moving like the rogue wolf to try and corner her. Luckily, she did it for him. He easily grabbed a flute of the drink and came around the corner as she tossed back the entire drink of hers. Ah, so not only did she feel out of place, but she knew it. He lifted a brow and looked her over. "There you are." He said it like he was finding a child hiding under the table sneaking sweets before dinner.

"Keelan has an affinity for finding strays." He stated before he took a sip of his drink and turned back towards the party. While she was hidden, he was not. "Don't be an embarrassment for him for long, we are well aware that you should be refilling the drinks, and not drinking them. Or else you wouldn't be hiding behind a hedge." His bright eyes cut to her from the corners. "Enjoy the rest of the party, stray." And he raised his drink to her in a salute and was off once again. Making it very clear she was not welcomed to the Morrigan party.

Shame, she was pretty. And he might have allowed it... if someone had just asked.

Regan dropped her glass in surprise as Adder approached. It hit the ground with a soft clunk, but the elder Morrigan took no notice. His reproachful gaze was fixed entirely on her. His tone had the desired effect; Regan shrank from him like a dog who had been discovered soiling the carpet. A stray, as he so aptly put it.

Regan remained frozen throughout his entire monologue. She felt the temperature of her skin rising, the hound wanting to fight back as she tried to keep it in its cage. Terror kept it there. Terror because Adder was right. Kennet had tried to warn her. At the time Regan thought it had been just to put her in her place, but Regan now wondered if it had been as Kennet had said: for her own good.

When Adder turned, Regan soundlessly backed away. The glass crunched beneath her heel as she continued to retreat. And her skin all the time grew hotter.

She had to go.

Regan would turn and start to flee down the hedgerow out of sight.