[ It's this that gets her to turn to him - the idea that her jokes would be so terribly unfunny. (To her, at least.) ]

To what end would I lie to you about something like that! The lie resides in your words... Spineless illusion! Go on, spin your tale! Say what you will but I won't listen to a word... I won't let this lie throw me into despair again... I won't cry for such a selfish reason again!

[ Morgana's braids are even, and her arm seems to be terribly solid beneath that sleeve. And perhaps most tellingly, her face -

It's not healed. ]