Whatever she was expecting, it wasn't that, both eyes wide and she needs a moment, not even able to pretend to be spiteful - the first words out of her mouth are what she thinks he might want to hear, an attempt at the status quo after all since, well, she might want the same. Something close to normal.
"Am I to offer my commiserations?" Honestly she's confused because wasn't there that whole song and dance in Denerim ten years ago? That dreadful creature that made her strangely glad it was just her and Flemeth in the Wilds with no one else to come creeping at the edges of their life? A tragic story about kings and women of low birth, Alistair wanting a family and it all ending disaster because what doesn't, and now it comes again when the world teeters on the brink. "How did you come to learn of this? And now, of all times? Though mothers are somewhat expert at that."
I am trying to avoid it, is clearly what she is trying not to say because she's probably already made that plain in past conversations with how painfully aware she is of every mark Flemeth has ever left on her, even if no one else can see them. Well, Alistair can. Zevran, Leliana, probably Shale too, but Alistair perhaps a little better than most; what she was then, and what she is now is so very much a product of Flemeth. What she tries to be with Kieran is still that in trying to be the opposite.
The figurines are some of Kieran's favourites, joined as they are by the gifts from Leliana's after the chocolates that came with them were duly vanquished.
"He seldom gets into trouble but he has a streak of mischief in his as any boy his age might when his mind wanders, or when he truly wishes to get into things he should not but...there is no malice in it. None of it comes from a dark place, not even surrounded by Orlesian brats as he was."
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"Am I to offer my commiserations?" Honestly she's confused because wasn't there that whole song and dance in Denerim ten years ago? That dreadful creature that made her strangely glad it was just her and Flemeth in the Wilds with no one else to come creeping at the edges of their life? A tragic story about kings and women of low birth, Alistair wanting a family and it all ending disaster because what doesn't, and now it comes again when the world teeters on the brink. "How did you come to learn of this? And now, of all times? Though mothers are somewhat expert at that."
I am trying to avoid it, is clearly what she is trying not to say because she's probably already made that plain in past conversations with how painfully aware she is of every mark Flemeth has ever left on her, even if no one else can see them. Well, Alistair can. Zevran, Leliana, probably Shale too, but Alistair perhaps a little better than most; what she was then, and what she is now is so very much a product of Flemeth. What she tries to be with Kieran is still that in trying to be the opposite.
The figurines are some of Kieran's favourites, joined as they are by the gifts from Leliana's after the chocolates that came with them were duly vanquished.
"He seldom gets into trouble but he has a streak of mischief in his as any boy his age might when his mind wanders, or when he truly wishes to get into things he should not but...there is no malice in it. None of it comes from a dark place, not even surrounded by Orlesian brats as he was."