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[heirring]

WHO: Flint, Wysteria, Miriam, Cassius & You
WHAT: Catch-All
WHEN: Post-dreams, nebulously Guardian-ish
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Warnings (if any) in subject lines.

((OOC NOTE: Anything in bold is closed to one thread, though group threads a-okay.
Feel free to turn this into action brackets if The Spirit Moves You.
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[heirring]

From her place on the bench seat, with her capelet drawn about her and her felted hat pulled very low, Wysteria scoffs. It's an automatic and largely involuntary noise—cut short either because she realizes she's doing it and has experienced some momentary instant of mortification or simply by habit.

Her pause afterward is very narrow, consisting of the briefest glance back over her shoulder toward the outline of the man in question. Her second scoff as she turns back to the qunari is much more intentional and significantly more well-rounded as a result.

So not a matter of mortification, then.

"Thankful? Not at all. A cold winter bath might shock some sense into the gentleman."