Morrigan had spent the majority of her evening at the Caldecott Tunnel entrance. She and Dareios both had taken to pulling guard duty when it was needed. They were woefully understaffed. The barriers had been malfunctioning so guards had been placed throughout the camp at near constant rotation throughout the day. Those patrols were in conjunction with the rounds that they were already attending to which meant that they were now always in an all-hands-on-deck situation. Tonight was no different, so she had taken up her shift at the tunnel.

It was one of the few places that she actually enjoyed guarding. It was outside of the realm of Camp Jupiter so it was prone to whatever weather environment the mortals were experiencing. It was away from the hustle and bustle of the actual camp and New Rome so it tended to be quiet and peaceful. Plus there was no telling what one could come across, so it was always interesting. Tonight was no different. She watched mortals speeding, a few police cars dotting the highway. A few big rigs with odd advertisements that she couldn't place passed by. No lone travelers from Camp Half-Blood though and no monsters, so on the whole it was as normal a night as she could ask for.

She had switched off with her relief and made her way back to camp. Morrigan, on a whim, had decided to take the scenic route, passing by the Garden of Bacchus. The night was too peaceful and quiet to head straight back. Her steps carried her lightly through camp, making her way towards the floral oasis. She had almost moved past them without incident, on the way to her bunk, when a figure caught her attention.

The moon was full, but it wasn't enough light for her to discern just exactly who was sitting among the flowers. Either way, it was someone clearly disobeying orders. Morrigan walked over, a frown on her face as she suspected it was one of the Greeks. She stopped short of the person, a female, judging from behind her. Morrigan crossed her arms in front of her chest. "It's well past curfew. Care to enlighten me as to why you're out of bed?"

Morrigan shifted her weight as she waited for the other person to say something. The small gravely rocks underfoot shifted along with her and she tried to will some patience into her brain. At the very least, she expected this person to say something in response to her question. She would much prefer them to actually turn and address her, but if it was a Greek she prepared herself to face the very least of those expectations. Thankfully, that patience hadn't been needed as the female turned towards her, the moonlight illuminating her features.

Morrigan recognized the other Roman girl. She was a child of Trivia, and in the Fourth Cohort along with almost all of the other children of the goddess. Her first name was out of her grasp but she knew for certain that her last name was Johnson. She prided herself on knowing the members of her Legion. It wasn't just personal, it was strategic and necessary for the safety of them all. Faces to names and then lineage and then cohort. It was a system that had served her well. It was currently proving itself invaluable as the flooding of new faces filtered through their ranks. She relied on it to discern through stranger and ally. 

She couldn't fathom the way the Greeks sorted themselves by godly lineage. It didn't make sense to her and she would have wagered that it had been part of the issue in their camp burning to the ground. There was no way to control that chaos and panic unless you had trained for it. Unless you had order and commands in place. Things which the Greeks most assuredly not do.

Morrigan listened quietly as the girl spoke about having a nightmare. She walked closer to the fountain, where the other girl was perched and sat down near her on the ledge. "Ah. This would be the spot to go for some peace and quiet." The concrete was nice and cool, small sprays of water caught on the wind and landed gently against her face and arms. It was calming and serene. She could see why the other girl had made it to the spot. "I don't encourage breaking curfew, especially with how many strangers we have running around camp, but I think we can let it pass this time."

They had all been under so much stress, more than she could have ever anticipated. It wasn't just the strangers and the fear of a traitor among them, but also the barrier malfunctioning and terrifying visions that had seemed to be plaguing Kade. They were all dealing with a mountain of issues and problems and that was all on top of the ones that teenagers normally dealt with. Being a demigod was never easy. She could forgive one infraction due to it all. She glanced over at the other girl, slightly hesitant to ask, "Do you…need to talk about it?" She was the last person who should be offering a shoulder to lean on, but she was a Praetor after all. She couldn't just ignore the other girl's pain.

Morrigan only nodded when Stella mentioned that the place wasn't usually filled with bodies. She agreed of course. Though lately it seemed like no one had much free-time to lounge about. The only time most legionnaires got to themselves was indeed during night time. The Greeks tended to be a different sort in the matter, but that was a whole other beast that they were trying to tame. Apparently most of them had no semblance of leadership nor responsibility. The whole idea of rules and boundaries seemed foreign to them. It was enough to give her a headache. She could never imagine living a life like that.

Morrigan nodded as the other girl mentioned a thanks. "Have you by any chance gone to the borders lately? I meant to swing by the fourth cohort to see if anyone had made any progress." The camp's barrier system had been acting up recently. Not enough to cause panic or worry. Just enough to warrant asking the children from Trivia to repair and monitor them. She and Dareios had gone so far as to have a full rotation of kids from Trivia who could monitor the weakened spots, repairing them and looking for a solution to fix it. No one was sure, but it was suspected it was something magical or mystical based. And not all of the Trivia kids were in the fourth, but a majority were. Enough for it to function to something the Greeks would consider a house she supposed. That was something that she had never quite understood. The Romans and their hesitation with magic and mist based things. There was something to be said about hard and physical work, but the things that children of Trivia could do certainly could stand up on their own.

Morrigan's thoughts were pulled from her own to the girl in front of her. The other girl spoke about her having enough problems and it caused a small chuckle to leave her lips. Gods knew that was certainly the truth. "Well you have me there, but if you'd like to talk, I don't mind." She gave an earnest half-smile. She could listen. She was sure of that. Though she couldn't promise that her advice would be helpful, nor that she could offer much in the way of comfort if the girl began to cry or something of the sort. But she could listen. If only Kade or someone more adept at talking with others was here. She would know what to do. It seemed to come natural to her. Not Morrigan though. It had never, nor would ever she suspected.