"Right now, I think I'd take getting trampled. It might hurt less." Every part of Beleth groans (including her voice) as she nevertheless tries to stand up. But her body already declared the fight done, and the adrenaline keeping her going took a hike, probably somewhere with baths. She was perfectly content to watch from the floor, and roll if necessary, why did everything have to be so difficult.
She eyes the fight between the qunari carefully, even as she slowly rises, moving like an old man in a storm. She could understand why Taas' anger was directed to Iron Bull, and she found it hard to really...care. Taas wasn't going to consider her an enemy, surely, so she was safe. And she couldn't get involved, because that would probably really end up with her getting trampled.
"Alright, let's go. Swinging weapons is bad." Despite all complaints to the contrary, Beleth straightens up to what could be generously called standing, leaning against the mage. Well, here they were. A bunch of jackasses standing in a circle.
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She eyes the fight between the qunari carefully, even as she slowly rises, moving like an old man in a storm. She could understand why Taas' anger was directed to Iron Bull, and she found it hard to really...care. Taas wasn't going to consider her an enemy, surely, so she was safe. And she couldn't get involved, because that would probably really end up with her getting trampled.
"Alright, let's go. Swinging weapons is bad." Despite all complaints to the contrary, Beleth straightens up to what could be generously called standing, leaning against the mage. Well, here they were. A bunch of jackasses standing in a circle.
Kind of.