Unfortunately, hearing he's fine and believing he's fine are two separate things in Christine's mind, so she continues to fuss for a moment more before things are explained and she turns back to look at this "chucklefuck." He's sulking not far away, rapier dropped back into its case. Andraste's ample bosom failed him today. However, he takes note that Church is calling him names again, and he rushes to pull a letter from his jacket pocket, still draped across the barrel top.
"Please, if you would," he begins, wincing as he holds out his arm to her. (Maker's breath, she's a healer. Isn't she going to heal him already?) "This letter from your mother will explain my purpose in coming here."
Looking skeptical, Christine takes the letter, because she is curious what her mother has to say. Almost immediately, her eyebrows shoot up and she lets out a scoffing sound, but the further on she reads, the more her expression shifts until she looks up at Guillaume with a surprised look. "Is this true? You would let my mother live with us?" Not that she's considering it! It's just... very nice, is all. She can't visit her mother right now, and can't set her on the long journey to Kirkwall to live with her daughter here either. It's a neat little solution.
Guillaume perks up. After all, even though he lost the duel, the final decision lies with Christine, right? "But of course! I would be honored to have her."
For a moment, Christine might look like she's actually considering her mother's plan, as there's something calculating in her gaze. But when she speaks, it's far from a Yes, I'll marry you.
"Were you dueling for my hand in marriage? As if I was an object?"
A droplet of sweat runs down Guillaume's forehead. Busted.
Now she turns back to Church. "You were not doing that, were you?" She doesn't want to believe he'd think of her as his property. But then why did he agree?
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"Please, if you would," he begins, wincing as he holds out his arm to her. (Maker's breath, she's a healer. Isn't she going to heal him already?) "This letter from your mother will explain my purpose in coming here."
Looking skeptical, Christine takes the letter, because she is curious what her mother has to say. Almost immediately, her eyebrows shoot up and she lets out a scoffing sound, but the further on she reads, the more her expression shifts until she looks up at Guillaume with a surprised look. "Is this true? You would let my mother live with us?" Not that she's considering it! It's just... very nice, is all. She can't visit her mother right now, and can't set her on the long journey to Kirkwall to live with her daughter here either. It's a neat little solution.
Guillaume perks up. After all, even though he lost the duel, the final decision lies with Christine, right? "But of course! I would be honored to have her."
For a moment, Christine might look like she's actually considering her mother's plan, as there's something calculating in her gaze. But when she speaks, it's far from a Yes, I'll marry you.
"Were you dueling for my hand in marriage? As if I was an object?"
A droplet of sweat runs down Guillaume's forehead. Busted.
Now she turns back to Church. "You were not doing that, were you?" She doesn't want to believe he'd think of her as his property. But then why did he agree?