"No," he murmurs, agreeing. "Not here. But when we return to Skyhold I would-- speak with you. Somewhere private, where we might be ... open."
Speak properly, speak honestly.
He follows sedately behind her, his hands behind where hers are before her. He enjoys her company. He would have liked to dance with her on this night, would have liked to offer her better comforts when her maidservant had died-- been told why it was the death of Guinevere hurt so much-- and know more about her smith.
It is not often that he finds himself caring about a mortal (and for ease's sake, he places the elves of Thedas in the not-mortal category) but he can admit when he has a vested interest in a person, in their well being. He has so very few pleasures left to him; if this is one, he is not at fault for trying to keep hold of it.
"I find myself longing for your company, my lady. I would make amends."
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Speak properly, speak honestly.
He follows sedately behind her, his hands behind where hers are before her. He enjoys her company. He would have liked to dance with her on this night, would have liked to offer her better comforts when her maidservant had died-- been told why it was the death of Guinevere hurt so much-- and know more about her smith.
It is not often that he finds himself caring about a mortal (and for ease's sake, he places the elves of Thedas in the not-mortal category) but he can admit when he has a vested interest in a person, in their well being. He has so very few pleasures left to him; if this is one, he is not at fault for trying to keep hold of it.
"I find myself longing for your company, my lady. I would make amends."