"Orcs?" That has her looking up in interest. Why would Mòrag be concerned about orcs? "I've seen plenty before."

Killed plenty, in a past life, is what she means.

"Now, however, no. Not since I woke." Which, now that she thinks upon it, is strange. Not strange enough to stop her from crouching down to pick up the rabbit she'd dropped a few feet back. There's still the stag she'd been dragging, and she inclines her head for Mòrag to walk with her. "When is the last time you'd seen one?"