(closedish openish) keep you like an oath

[byblow]

WHO: Alistair & Others
WHAT: Some sulking, some snark.
WHEN: Third week of Haring + bonus first week of Wintermarch.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: No open starters, but if you want something PM me or hit me up on Plurk! Or drop a starter of your own on me and I'll roll with it.

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[byblow]

Alistair can curtsy better than that. He briefly considers proving it, and also briefly stays where he is, twisted sideways in his over-crenel lean to watch her go, and looks at the noblewoman with his mouth open, like maybe he's about to try to have a conversation with her about her lost scarf or artlessly charming elven women.

She sniffles, loudly and indelicately, and primly turns away from him to look over the wall herself.

All right, then.

It takes some half-jogging and some particularly long strides for him to catch up with her, but he manages it at the bottom of the steps down to the courtyard. "I'll help you," he says, in case she thinks he's following her for reasons other than noble and charitable concern about wealthy Orlesians and their keepsakes.

[glandival]

Sabine doesn't quite stumble when she whips a look around behind her at the human following her, not exactly prey-animal nervous, but the kind of consideration a predator might give another, bigger predator. It's only a second, before the moment re-contextualises, and she arches an eyebrow. Then, back to it, her skirts at an authoritative swish.

"Why, when I am claiming the reward alone?" she queries, a little like she's expecting that enough to end the conversation, or provoke challenge enough and with it, intent. A breath's hesitation passes, before; "I mean," she adds, a moment later, "it is fine, monsieur."

[byblow]

"Reward, eh?" He follows her across the muddy grass, around the wall to the gate. "You can keep the reward. I could use the walk."

And to see that she doesn't die. The drop is steep. The river may not be literally freezing, thanks to the springs, but a walk back to the fortress after falling into it may very well be. He stretches his legs for three steps to come alongside rather than behind her, and gives her a hopeful sideways look that's almost a request for approval. Only almost. He's coming either way.

[glandival]

"Very well."

Polite and permissive, even if it comes with some sort of hidden tone, Sabine almost leaves it at that. Like maybe he'll get bored, or show his hand properly. She folds her arms around herself against where the cold will somehow become more bracing once beyond Skyhold's walls, before she opts to test the waters, explaining;

"They throw away their coins this way. To show they have any, perhaps, or to demonstrate the seriousness of their problems."