"Don't go standing up on my account," Morgaine said dryly, reaching out with a hand towards the fallen Torquil. "I'm no abbess. A noble lady neither. You?" Her other hand went to the brim of her hood, pulling it ever so slightly further down on her face, similar almost to the tipping of a cap. "Let me help you up." The other man said something she didn't quite catch, but she did hear the question that followed. She glanced back at him, then into the lantern, for a few moments longer than she would have if it didn't give off that intoxicatingly welcome glow. 

"He jumped into the lantern, looks just about like," she said. "Fell asleep right there and disappeared right in front of me. I couldn't tell you how." Her eye was pulled back to the weapons that hung off these two men. A hatchet on the downed fellow, not much to say about that. Fit neatly in the hand, and likely wouldn't be much trouble to swing. The other man had something more dangerous on him; a big sword, something that looked like it could cut a straight line through beasts without stopping. "Well, don't be looking at me. I don't suppose the either of you have seen a man just vanish like that?"