In spite of it being (wildly misinformed, anthropocentric) common knowledge that elf could move their ears independently as any animal could they very much could not. However, the tips of Morwen's ears stained red with a heady rush of the impossible: being caught off guard. It was the sound of a familiar voice, and the last voice she expected.

"Nadia?" Morwen whipped around, not even bothering with titles. She technically didn't even work for her.

Almost immediately her eyes drop to the pinned sleeve and empty space at the other woman's side. She heard but the details were scare. The Mark? Most likely culprit; Morwen hadn't resurfaced since Corypheus was defeated but she was aware of the issue of the Mark through usual channels. The last two years had been busy for everyone.

"When?" She asked, straight to the point - or the throat.