Just as planned!

"All right, a tour of camp it is, then!" She exclaimed.

Morgan followed his cousin around the camp, diligently and quietly memorizing the key locations and rules. Eventually she led him just outside camp, and he agreed to wait on her request. He took a seat in the dirt, habitually taking off his cloak first and holding it in his lap, keeping it from the dirt. He settled in and began mentally reviewing what he'd learned, but it hadn't been long before she returned and began talking again.

Morgana waited patiently for Morgan as he got examined and healed. After all, it would be rude to leave her amnesiac cousin behind in a world foreign to him, but also people completely foreign to him. She didn’t like it when it happened to her, so she wouldn’t let it happen to him.

Morgan exited the medical tent, feeling like he was floating without the pressure in his leg. He greeted Morgana with a grin in response, glad to see her hanging around for him.

Morgan silently approached Nah from behind. He glanced down into her satchel, making sure it was open, then carefully slipped his hand in and pulled out the dragonstone. When she still hadn't noticed him, he dropped a note in to replace it saying "Sorry! It's a dare!" before suddenly darting off.

Nah folded her fingers together, eyes shifting to the left. She had half a mind take all his books and burn then in the middle of the night, but he already looked sorry enough. Instead, she heaved a sigh.