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[alankazam]

WHO: Alan Fane, Wren Coupe, Melys + YOU
WHAT: Catchall for my dudes this month.
WHEN: Throughout Justinian.
WHERE: Kirkwall.
NOTES: Probably language.

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[arlathvhen]

The smile slips away, replaced first by a grimace, then seconds later a more neutral look. She doesn't meet his eyes, staring off to the side instead. A poor response to a poor idea, she supposes.

Her initial response to his words is, Who cares if it's still me? There's nothing about me that's worth mourning if it's lost. Casting aside bits of her to be replaced with something more appropriate to the situation is no sacrifice--it's what she's done since she could remember (Is she good enough now? What about now? The answer, of course, is always a resounding no).

But she knows how that sounds, how it'd be taken. "I understand your concerns, and in all honesty, I think that they're quite true." And she does, because she knows both the possible risks and the definite costs. It's understandable, to be worried about a friend having to pay them. "But...What would you suggest?"

It's partly a genuine appeal for advice, and partly a less-genuine appeal for him to please consider the situation, and that she's doing the best that she can. After all, while most humans couldn't even fathom the Dalish situation, maybe someone who once only had one singular community, separated from the world, and watched it be destroyed can understand what Beleth fears so much.