[Her patience is fraying, and it comes out sharper than she intends it. Morgana closes her eyes, exhales carefully. She can't lose her temper with Elsa, not now, especially not now. When she opens her eyes, she's calmer.]
Focus on me, my lady. Keep your eyes on mine. We are not going to die.
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[Her patience is fraying, and it comes out sharper than she intends it. Morgana closes her eyes, exhales carefully. She can't lose her temper with Elsa, not now, especially not now. When she opens her eyes, she's calmer.]
Focus on me, my lady. Keep your eyes on mine. We are not going to die.