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continued from here w/ @jaexmp
Morrigan stares down at the demigod before her, not an increment of amusement on her face. His mother was a being of perfect design and superb physical fitness tested and tried, and he... left something to be desired. That was why Amaterasu had turned the boy over into her hands.
"You have no excuse not to be in shape. Absolutely none. A little bit of exercise won't kill you."
Though, at the moment and directly related to his lack of willingness, Morrigan herself wanted to.
"I'm only interested in introducing you to some light stretches and activities you can run through in your free time. Believe me, I prefer warriors over whiners, but I will bare any amount of torture for Amaterasu. Who knew it would be her own child. Get up."
