[Morrigan smiles faintly, reaching to re-coif his hair a little. Sweet Baphomet, he makes such displays of sound and fury, but it's not much else but sound.]

I am not advocating either of us tip the scale in one direction, no. It would hardly be fair, these people versus two immortals? [That's said with a healthy amount of sarcasm-- because she's fairly sure they can be hurt and worse here.] Perhaps... a stalemate would encourage one party to seek warmer climes. Ending this conflict and returning us to whence we came.

[She hoped.]