I know not if any part of me would have remained, trapped behind glass to pound on it with my fists or if all would be lost to Flemeth. I have no intention of finding out.

[Let one of these others take her place. If they exist.]

Should you ever hear anyone foolish enough to wonder oh where is Flemeth when she aided the Hero and the Champion, perhaps remember that. [And that witches seldom do shit for free but Morrigan doubts someone like him needs to be told that, the rest of the rabble alas...]