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[hornswoggle]

WHO: Gela, Viktor, Wysteria, Laurentius
WHAT: Propaganda, baby.
WHEN: What is time, really.
WHERE: Hinterlands, western Orlais.
NOTES: OOC Notes

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[sprent]

Gela smiles but elects not to say anything; this isn't the best place for her derisions on the Chantry. And she thought that he might ask her this because somebody always does eventually, and of course the healers will ask her when she writes to them but remains persistently, maddeningly vague about what she's truly asking for help with.

She sighs, looking to him. "It's to do with my late mother," she explains.

This is a lie, but she has told it so many times it almost doesn't mean anything to her any more. Sometimes Gela wonders if she made it up entirely, to account for why her mother hasn't tried to reach out to her over the years she's been gone. It's dramatic enough to be true, but she knows in her heart it isn't. That her father seldom lies. "And somethin' that could be hereditary, it's- why I'm lookin' for opinions."

[glossator]

Perhaps it would be most natural to take a little exception over this purposefully thin answer. After all, he's offered to chase down some assistance for whatever it is; wouldn't knowing the details do some good to that end?

But sitting there at the cramped little table in the roadside carriage inn and nursing the diminishing contents of his cup, Laurentius doesn't seem at all put off. Instead what he says, seemingly quite sincerely, is—

"I'm sorry to hear your mother's passed."

[sprent]

Knowing details would help. But you don't ask for details about somebody's dead mother, and anybody who dares is easily shut down. Nobody watching would think you in the wrong for it, so Gela lies, easy, practiced. She smiles too, a sad little thing.

"Thank you."

Family is a dangerous subject matter.

"I'm sorry," she simpers, brows knitting together, the picture of apology, "I didn't mean to bring the mood down. We should probably discuss how we're goin' to tackle all this once we get there."