“Have you ever been in love?” Jules asked suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere. 

Morgan looked up from his meal, one brow raised in question. “No, why? Have you been in love?” He countered. 

Her brows furrowed, something she did a lot he’d noticed. She spent a lot of time in her own head. “I don’t think so.” She didn’t sound completely sure. “Do you want kids?” She asked, looking back up at him. 

Morgan set down his fork. “Maybe. What brought this up?” 

Jules set down her fork as well and pushed her plate away slightly. “I was reading through some stuff that Morgan-my Morgan-I mean my brother Morgan, not that you aren’t my-” 

“J,” He laughed. “Spit it out.” 

She cleared her throat. “I was reading through some things that Morgan wrote, some things that your grandparents and great-grandparents wrote or drew. It made me think. I can’t have children, so if you don’t, does that mean the Trevelyan line is over?” 

“Well, I’m pretty sure we have some distant cousins somewhere, but not any who carry the name. If it’s going to end with us, at least the last two Trevelyan’s will be memorable. I mean, unless we blow this whole Inquisition thing, in which case the end of our family line will be the least of the universe’s problems. I may eventually become a father, but it won’t be by blood.” He said with a dismissive shrug. 

“Why?” Jules asked, her head tilted curiously. She was completely oblivious of the delicate nature of the question. 

“Let’s just say that my choice in sexual partners makes it an impossibility.” He chuckled. 

“Oh,” Jules said with a nod. Then her eyes widened slightly. “Oh!” Then a final “oh” that was a little more disappointed. 

“Does that bother you?” He asked carefully, though she was oblivious of his change in tone and body language. 

“Well, no. It’s just that I don’t really want-” She started. 

“You just don’t want to see it.” He finished. 

“No. That’s stupid. Is that a thing?” Jules asked, incredulous. 

“Unfortunately, yes,” Morgan said, relieved enough to relax again. He’d been worried, needlessly it seemed, about how to tell her. Given her background, he had no idea what preconceived notions she might have or what horrible ideas people had indoctrinated her with.

“I don’t really care about that. I’ve just been thinking a lot about relationships since I got to spend those two days with Zevran and Briall before she left. They were just so….happy.” She finally found the word she wanted, though it didn’t seem strong enough. 

Morgan nodded knowingly. “They are. I’m sorry I interrupted you. What don’t you want?” He prompted. 

“I don’t want to go through my life without experiencing that. Even if it’s just a little bit. And I don’t want the people I care for to go without it either.” Her shoulder rose and dropped a few times, almost as if she was repeatedly shrugging. “I-um-I feel like I’m actually living life now. Not just existing. But, I didn’t feel like I was alive until I started having things-people-worth dying for. And the list is getting longer.” She met his eyes, frowning slightly. “Is it always so scary? Do you always constantly worry that something bad will happen to the people you care about? Or that they won’t be happy enough?”

He let out a huff of a laugh. “Yeah, that’s unfortunately how caring for people works. But, you kind of get used to it, I think. Zevran says that you’ve already surpassed his expectations of you at the one month mark. That makes me worry a little less about you.” He admitted. 

She smiled slightly and her cheeks flushed. “I may be cheating a little bit.” She admitted. 

Morgan let out a full laugh then. “How are you cheating?” 

She tapped the side of her right temple, by her augmented grey eye. “I wrote a program to show me key points in anatomy. I’ve only done human so far though. Dwarves and elves are pretty similar. Qunari though will be hard. I might have Bull help me translate with that one.” 

“I didn’t know you saw so much with that one.” He marveled. “What else do you see?”

“You know how information panels turn off if no one is in front of them?” Morgan nodded. “I see data on them all the time. It’s also how I can open doors without touching them. I just have to focus on the open/close panel for a second.” 

“I was wondering how you did that.” He chuckled. 

“For certain engine components, I can sort of, hone in on them.” She was struggling to describe it. “Like it-” She frowned. “I don’t know, I look around and they kind of light up I guess when I’m looking in the right direction.” 

“Like a game of hot and cold?” He asked, amused. She looked at him, confused. “Right.” He clicked his tongue. “It’s a kids game. You try to find something and the other person, who knows where it is, will tell you if you’re getting hotter, or closer to it, or colder meaning you’re going the wrong way.”

Jules nodded slightly. “Yeah, kind of like that I suppose.” 

Now Morgan’s curiosity was really piqued. “What else can you do?” 

She thought for a moment, worrying her lower lip with her teeth. “I can get places most people can’t. For instance, I can make it through the connections between the upper and lower engines, though they weren’t meant for human passage. I’m pretty flexible because of that too. I can’t get drunk, unfortunately, because of my stomach and liver. My heart is completely artificial. My lungs are mine but augmented somehow. I don’t really know how.” 

“And, of course, my spine.” She finished. “That one is kind of shitty though.” Jules glanced at his face to gauge his reaction to her expletive, though he just looked amused. “I think it’s the reason why I feel pain when she’s damaged.” 

“You feel it with The Herald is damaged?” He didn’t much care for that. 

She nodded. “We got hit in the starboard side once, almost breached the hull. It felt like someone stabbed me in the ribs. Took my breath away for a minute. I’m pretty sure they didn’t intend for that to happen.”

“I fucking hope not.” Morgan scowled. “It’s already bad enough that you’re tied to this ship for the rest of your life.” 

“She’s not so bad. Besides, it isn’t her fault.” Jules said with a smile. “The Herald has been good to me.” 

“Too bad the same can’t be said for the people in it,” Morgan said quietly, almost to himself. 

“Not the people in it now.” She pointed out. 

His smile returned and he nodded. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” 

“I have to go. I have training.” She stood and took her plate. He pushed back his chair and rose as well.