Bethany had happily talked to Anders when he had felt in the mood, then fell into a quiet, polite silence while he took care of his patients. Out of her bag came knitting needles and yarn, and she began to knit quietly. She was so engrossed with her work that she was able to answer Anders without looking away.
"I think there is a way to help you both. I just haven't found it yet." Was her slightly distracted response - and it was that distraction that had Leliana in the tent and with the blade to Anders's throat before she had even managed to look up.
She stilled, at the situation, but if years in Kirkwall and in the Wardens had taught her anything, sometimes bravado was all you really needed to diffuse a nasty situation.
So she started her next row, her voice lifting in volume but not in pitch. "If you really knew him, Nightingale, you wouldn't have the blade to his throat." She looked up then, brown eyes calm, but serious, "You are running the risk of bringing Justice to the fore to deal with this situation. Anders doesn't want to hurt you."
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"I think there is a way to help you both. I just haven't found it yet." Was her slightly distracted response - and it was that distraction that had Leliana in the tent and with the blade to Anders's throat before she had even managed to look up.
She stilled, at the situation, but if years in Kirkwall and in the Wardens had taught her anything, sometimes bravado was all you really needed to diffuse a nasty situation.
So she started her next row, her voice lifting in volume but not in pitch. "If you really knew him, Nightingale, you wouldn't have the blade to his throat." She looked up then, brown eyes calm, but serious, "You are running the risk of bringing Justice to the fore to deal with this situation. Anders doesn't want to hurt you."