"I would agree to that proposition, but I'm ignorant to what you go through everyday, Carina." Morgan said, smirking. "I don't understand a thing about you, but regardless of that, your a friend.. and friends help each other out when needed." She babbled out, following the girl to the kitchen. "I'm glad to hear that you like me, Carina. The feeling is mutual." Morgan chirped, with a smile.

She laughed at her words. Sting? Pain is nothing. "I'd rather feel pain and discomfort than be dead." Morgan said, as the two woman entered the granite clad kitchen. "Now, what exactly do we have to undertake to link, as you said?" She asked, her mind racing again.