Jester's little noise of pain is made in sympathy. She puts her fingertips against her own cheeks after Merrill taps her face, pressing down like that will help her imagine what it must have been like.
"Oh man oh man oh man," she says, awed and horrified, "that is seriously bad ass, man! My friend Molly, he has so-o many tattoos. And he has one of a peacock, and it goes like, up along his neck and under his eye," and she shifts one hand so she can show Merrill how, and where, "and it is really pretty and very cool but I bet no one told him he couldn't cry while they were tattooing on his face.. Wow, the Dalish are crazy."
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Jester's little noise of pain is made in sympathy. She puts her fingertips against her own cheeks after Merrill taps her face, pressing down like that will help her imagine what it must have been like.
"Oh man oh man oh man," she says, awed and horrified, "that is seriously bad ass, man! My friend Molly, he has so-o many tattoos. And he has one of a peacock, and it goes like, up along his neck and under his eye," and she shifts one hand so she can show Merrill how, and where, "and it is really pretty and very cool but I bet no one told him he couldn't cry while they were tattooing on his face.. Wow, the Dalish are crazy."