At his present angle, the first thing Anders sees of GwenaΓ«lle is her bare feet; then the rest of her when she crouches, momentarily diverted from her intention (of shedding robe and setting down towel to slide into the springs) by the very pressing necessity of coaxing Purrelden away from her prey and into her easily and immediately affectionate hands.
Her voice is difficult to mistake, even were he less familiar with the scarring on her body that her immodest robe does not properly conceal; he isn't in the minority in Skyhold in having not heard it pitched quite like this, playful, not at once aware of who else is present--
"Hello, pretty thing, who do you belong to? What a very good thing you are. Oh, no, darling, it's dead, terribly dull now, yes - sharp little claws, yes you do have," little noises with her tongue pressed to her teeth, her thumb stroking underneath the mighty hunter's adorable chin.
i'm not sorry.
Her voice is difficult to mistake, even were he less familiar with the scarring on her body that her immodest robe does not properly conceal; he isn't in the minority in Skyhold in having not heard it pitched quite like this, playful, not at once aware of who else is present--
"Hello, pretty thing, who do you belong to? What a very good thing you are. Oh, no, darling, it's dead, terribly dull now, yes - sharp little claws, yes you do have," little noises with her tongue pressed to her teeth, her thumb stroking underneath the mighty hunter's adorable chin.