"I have no idea what a Fereldan is, but congratulations on your successful offspring."
As unexpected as the comment is, it nicely cuts some of the tension that had been mounting the more of himself that Loghain revealed to this stranger from another world. He chuckles some and dips his head in a gesture nearly of gratitude. "You might congratulate her, rather than I," he notes wryly, and at last tosses that log into the fire. He gives his head a slight shake. "She deserved a better father, growing up."
So many gifted young women do, he is discovering.
He looks to her at last and considers her in all her youthful precociousness; it's difficult not to be a bit taken in by her earnestness, her candour. He gestures with one hand. "Well, if it pleases you, tell me a bit of your world," he invites her. Primrose, who at last appears to have finished warming herself by the fire, eases herself up onto her long, rangy limbs, stretches once, then ambles over to investigate the newcomer, sniffing at her boots.
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As unexpected as the comment is, it nicely cuts some of the tension that had been mounting the more of himself that Loghain revealed to this stranger from another world. He chuckles some and dips his head in a gesture nearly of gratitude. "You might congratulate her, rather than I," he notes wryly, and at last tosses that log into the fire. He gives his head a slight shake. "She deserved a better father, growing up."
So many gifted young women do, he is discovering.
He looks to her at last and considers her in all her youthful precociousness; it's difficult not to be a bit taken in by her earnestness, her candour. He gestures with one hand. "Well, if it pleases you, tell me a bit of your world," he invites her. Primrose, who at last appears to have finished warming herself by the fire, eases herself up onto her long, rangy limbs, stretches once, then ambles over to investigate the newcomer, sniffing at her boots.