[ It might make it less complicated if Alistair had gone and said something like because he had no choice, the usual reason behind why elves might do bad things.
But at least it sounds honest.
Sabine is quiet and discontent, turning her back to heft a pot of water left simmering, to transfer it from one vessel to the other with a sudden rush of steam that she turns her face away. A little careless and haphazard. Her kitchen duties are kept proportionately limited. Once done, she sets it back down, a hand up to pick where loose hair sticks damply to her cheeks and forehead. ]
Then say Michel de Chevin is the worst thing he has done, [ she decides, a slight dismissal of the topic. The less she thinks about Michel de Chevin's face, the better. But on that note, in muttered aside-- ] He is not even so handsome, as shems go.
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But at least it sounds honest.
Sabine is quiet and discontent, turning her back to heft a pot of water left simmering, to transfer it from one vessel to the other with a sudden rush of steam that she turns her face away. A little careless and haphazard. Her kitchen duties are kept proportionately limited. Once done, she sets it back down, a hand up to pick where loose hair sticks damply to her cheeks and forehead. ]
Then say Michel de Chevin is the worst thing he has done, [ she decides, a slight dismissal of the topic. The less she thinks about Michel de Chevin's face, the better. But on that note, in muttered aside-- ] He is not even so handsome, as shems go.