She wishes she could just blurt it out. Say it as easily as it sounded like Alistair did, or be so - just to not trip always on the words, for it not to stick in her throat like she's choking on it. Trust it will not leave this room and have that be enough, not have to fight with herself, have to bargain and rationalise and persuade herself.
It's terrifying how much she does trust Morrigan, and still it won't come naturally.
With careful, conscious deliberateness, she says, "She was my mama," cutting her gaze away before she can see the words land.
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She wishes she could just blurt it out. Say it as easily as it sounded like Alistair did, or be so - just to not trip always on the words, for it not to stick in her throat like she's choking on it. Trust it will not leave this room and have that be enough, not have to fight with herself, have to bargain and rationalise and persuade herself.
It's terrifying how much she does trust Morrigan, and still it won't come naturally.
With careful, conscious deliberateness, she says, "She was my mama," cutting her gaze away before she can see the words land.