Ness doesn't even try to suppress her sigh—no one wants her to work!—but it remains good-natured, and she smiles through it. Not even the mention of lyrum experiments serves to bring her down—if anything, she looks excited.
"Two is more than one. We can begin to see if patterns emerge, at least, and that's more than we have now!"
She looks at Cosima, pale and unkempt and maimed... and yet it wouldn't be a stretch to say she's never looked happier, more energized. A future stretches out in front of her now, no more uncertain than anyone else's. She might die at Venatori hands in a month, she might fall to a fatal accident tomorrow, she might drop dead of a sudden apoplexy in the next five minutes—but she's not going to disappear.
"I can't wait to see what we learn. I can't wait to see how Thedas changes because of us."
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"Two is more than one. We can begin to see if patterns emerge, at least, and that's more than we have now!"
She looks at Cosima, pale and unkempt and maimed... and yet it wouldn't be a stretch to say she's never looked happier, more energized. A future stretches out in front of her now, no more uncertain than anyone else's. She might die at Venatori hands in a month, she might fall to a fatal accident tomorrow, she might drop dead of a sudden apoplexy in the next five minutes—but she's not going to disappear.
"I can't wait to see what we learn. I can't wait to see how Thedas changes because of us."
She gets to stay.