and i still find pieces of you in the back of my mind

[paperwing]

WHO: Sabriel and semi-open.
WHAT: Sabriel goes about her business. Probably feelings. Probably talking.
WHEN: Latter Wintermarch, after she returns from Warden training with Felix and Kaidan.
WHERE: Skyhold.
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[ungovernable]

It isn't an alien perspective.

Well, it is; Benevenuta, for what are presumably obvious reasons, will never entirely grasp the difficulties so many other people have grasping her work, or accepting it. What it isn't is anything she hasn't encountered before - the Mortalitasi reputation is an alarming one outside of Nevarra, but the Abhorsens are clear enough indication that even within it, there are those who have their misgivings.

She doesn't begrudge them their opinions. They are wrong, obviously, and have no right to impede her with their objections, but the world has room in it for a great many people to hold a great many opinions. They can't all be correct, and if she defends only the opinions and people she likes best, she defends nothing at all. It is simple, if sometimes frustrating and difficult. Many things are.

"And so you have," she says, not unkindly. "Yes, I see."

Husband lifts her head a little as Benevenuta scratches her absently under the chin, and then reaches with care to lift her from Sabriel's lap into her arms. She's just large enough to make it awkward, but not so large as to mean she isn't absolutely accustomed to being carried around by noblewomen and expects this state of affairs to continue into her dotage.

Preparing to rise, she says, "I take no offense - and I will not press any on you. It is good that we are able to work together, even so."

She's had no complaint for Sabriel's professionalism in the Council. So long as that continues, that, she thinks, is what matters.

[paperwing]

Her replying nod is solemn. She has gaps in that knowledge, she knows; she's heard of the good, and so much more of the bad, but what to think was never forced upon her. She has the knowledge, the tools, to banish spirits back unto the Veil. She could bind a spirit to a corpse if that was what she wished, and it would be a lie to say that she hadn't wondered; but that was all the temptation she had ever had to explore it.

Death was final. That was the way of things.

"I had hoped I would not have to tell you." Despite her misgivings and discomfort, Sabriel did respect her, which had led to the quick and naive option of avoidance. She wouldn't confront her. But, with her knowing, and taking it on board, accepting it and understanding - it helped, helps now, adds to the respect. "For the better of the Council and those it protects in the future, I hope."