Is No An Emotion (closed to Gwenaëlle)

[toujoursdroit]

WHO: Romain de Cocucy and Gwenaëlle Vauquelin
WHAT: Family time
WHEN: late Cloudreach (after the very last boat)
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: None to start

Romain has, very deliberately, given his granddaughter some space. He did not chastise her after her very alarming (and very public) incident on the ramparts; he has not insisted that they travel to Kirkwall together. She might even have gone so far as to wonder if he would follow her there at all, as his ties to the Inquisition thus far have been mainly "giving them money so no one makes him leave."

And yet, here he is, eyeing the Gallows in the way he has (outwardly unjudgmental but with a definite judgmental undertone). It will not do for long, but he feels it important to demonstrate cooperation for now. He's not going to be done with the Inquisition as long as a shard remains in his grandchild's hand, and as long as he's there, he doesn't not find it useful to needlessly alienate people by acting aggressively superior and refusing to do what he can.

That said. It's time he checked in on Gwenaëlle, whose reaction to the new accommodations he's fairly certain he can guess in advance.

Comments

[elegiaque]

The most obvious detail, first, when Gwenaëlle's maid shows him into the spacious room she now shares with her mistress, is that nothing has been unpacked. Given that in all other ways Yva appears to have attended her duties and certainly none of what was sent with Gwenaëlle is missing - it is like as not that this is the decision of the young lady herself, and not some manner of oversight. None of the furniture that she's brought with her, besides her bed, has been arranged; her own and one of the existing beds have been neatly made, Gwenaëlle giving enough to allow that her bear skin has been produced to drape over the end of hers.

The rest is awkwardly shoved into one side of the room, still strapped up and covered with sheets. She sits on the end of her bed, sifting through some of her writing things -

Her lips press together when she sees her grandfather, but she couldn't avoid him forever. Try as she might've done. (She much prefers it when they see each other more rarely - she suspects she's much more likable in small doses. His daughter certainly seemed to prefer her that way.)

"...hello."