"I hope that means I might rely on your company in the future," she says, with a lightness that isn't naive - he has the right of her, after all, even her social pursuits tend to have an agenda, or at least be pursued with a consciousness as to how they appear. Her weekly afternoons with Nerva, chipping away at the public perception of Templars and mages as oil and water and burning fucking pitch. The scrupulous way she guards both herself and Sabriel against the appearance of unease in the Council ranks.
That one time she dropped a blanket on Alistair because his rippling masculinity might prove too much for the unworldly Dalish. (All right, that was the wine.)
"We can't afford to forget for what we fight," after a moment, a bit gentler. "I'm glad you see that." To, perhaps, remind others. In his so serious way, it might gain more traction than from other quarters more easily set aside as frivolous and shortsighted.
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"I hope that means I might rely on your company in the future," she says, with a lightness that isn't naive - he has the right of her, after all, even her social pursuits tend to have an agenda, or at least be pursued with a consciousness as to how they appear. Her weekly afternoons with Nerva, chipping away at the public perception of Templars and mages as oil and water and burning fucking pitch. The scrupulous way she guards both herself and Sabriel against the appearance of unease in the Council ranks.
That one time she dropped a blanket on Alistair because his rippling masculinity might prove too much for the unworldly Dalish. (All right, that was the wine.)
"We can't afford to forget for what we fight," after a moment, a bit gentler. "I'm glad you see that." To, perhaps, remind others. In his so serious way, it might gain more traction than from other quarters more easily set aside as frivolous and shortsighted.