She has interrogated it from as many angles as she can muster, but the frameworks she clings to compromise her ability to assess and to test.
"And the hurts the Dalish inflict? They are forgotten?"
Herian exhales slowly, eases her hands. The shaking is not gone, but it stilled enough. She watched Adelaide carefully, the kind of scrutinising look that comes with hunger. Two years together has she wandered, and then she comes to the Inquisition and finds... this? For a moment her mouth always wavers, before she wets her lips, stretches and shakes the pain from her shoulders and her neck.
"If the exchange is tainted with dishonour, what good is it? What promise can it hold?" Her tone, despite herself, is all hurt.
She stops, partway to taking a breath to continue, and stops short, visibly drawing herself up. "I apologise. The Code forbids the cause of wanton offence. Better I hold my tongue than wound one dear to me when we are so freshly reunited."
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"And the hurts the Dalish inflict? They are forgotten?"
Herian exhales slowly, eases her hands. The shaking is not gone, but it stilled enough. She watched Adelaide carefully, the kind of scrutinising look that comes with hunger. Two years together has she wandered, and then she comes to the Inquisition and finds... this? For a moment her mouth always wavers, before she wets her lips, stretches and shakes the pain from her shoulders and her neck.
"If the exchange is tainted with dishonour, what good is it? What promise can it hold?" Her tone, despite herself, is all hurt.
She stops, partway to taking a breath to continue, and stops short, visibly drawing herself up. "I apologise. The Code forbids the cause of wanton offence. Better I hold my tongue than wound one dear to me when we are so freshly reunited."