Josephine is still busy maintaining her composure when Cassandra rounds on her, so she remains tight-lipped and silent in the face of Cassandra's accusations. Of course the Seeker is going to be angry, and Josephine will not invalidate her emotions. Cassandra simply did what she thought must be done, as she always does, and here they are standing around questioning her decisions.
Maker have mercy, she really is not in the proper frame of mind to be dealing with this right now. She is still gathering her thoughts, trying to think of the best way to respond to everyone's concerns, when Cassandra directs her barb about imprisonment at Leliana and then, involuntarily, she feels her fingers clench more tightly around her clipboard. How dare she. If she were in less control of her emotions she may very well have thrown it at Cassandra, but she is not a child or even a young bard any longer. She has no right to be getting into physical tussles. Not to mention that Cassandra would certainly win.
In the end, her restrained frustration and anger result in the heavy exhalation of air through her nostrils. How can she remind everyone that the issues at hand are bigger than any one of them, bigger than them all, if she allows her feelings to get in the way of her diplomacy? She takes a step forward, and then looks at each of the other advisors in turn. Her brows are furrowed in a way that might on any other person be referred to as a 'glare'.
"I understand the risk is too great to allow Galadriel to wander freely. However, the way you talk about her is as though you have already judged her guilty."
Josephine turns her gaze to Cullen before she continues speaking. "You are right, Commander, that the needs of the Inquisition outweigh the needs of any one person within it. That, however, must include us."
Then, finally, she turns to look at their Spymaster, and finds herself feeling extraordinarily bashful. There was a time when she was much younger when she admired Leliana very much, and though that has not really changed, it is still unsettling, sometimes, to look at her friend and be able to see her flaws. "What is going to happen when the rest of the Inquisition discover that the very same people that founded it no longer get along? How can we stand up to the threats we face if we cannot prevent a united front to the world? Dislike each other as much as you please on a personal level, but as it stands, if we are unable to make decisions together, we have no hope in achieving our goals. The Inquisition will rot from the inside."
She lifts her chin then, feeling the exhilarating thrill of defiance that she has not allowed herself to indulge in for so long. "I came here to help resolve the unrest that threatens Thedas. I have no desire to contribute to it."
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Maker have mercy, she really is not in the proper frame of mind to be dealing with this right now. She is still gathering her thoughts, trying to think of the best way to respond to everyone's concerns, when Cassandra directs her barb about imprisonment at Leliana and then, involuntarily, she feels her fingers clench more tightly around her clipboard. How dare she. If she were in less control of her emotions she may very well have thrown it at Cassandra, but she is not a child or even a young bard any longer. She has no right to be getting into physical tussles. Not to mention that Cassandra would certainly win.
In the end, her restrained frustration and anger result in the heavy exhalation of air through her nostrils. How can she remind everyone that the issues at hand are bigger than any one of them, bigger than them all, if she allows her feelings to get in the way of her diplomacy? She takes a step forward, and then looks at each of the other advisors in turn. Her brows are furrowed in a way that might on any other person be referred to as a 'glare'.
"I understand the risk is too great to allow Galadriel to wander freely. However, the way you talk about her is as though you have already judged her guilty."
Josephine turns her gaze to Cullen before she continues speaking. "You are right, Commander, that the needs of the Inquisition outweigh the needs of any one person within it. That, however, must include us."
Then, finally, she turns to look at their Spymaster, and finds herself feeling extraordinarily bashful. There was a time when she was much younger when she admired Leliana very much, and though that has not really changed, it is still unsettling, sometimes, to look at her friend and be able to see her flaws. "What is going to happen when the rest of the Inquisition discover that the very same people that founded it no longer get along? How can we stand up to the threats we face if we cannot prevent a united front to the world? Dislike each other as much as you please on a personal level, but as it stands, if we are unable to make decisions together, we have no hope in achieving our goals. The Inquisition will rot from the inside."
She lifts her chin then, feeling the exhilarating thrill of defiance that she has not allowed herself to indulge in for so long. "I came here to help resolve the unrest that threatens Thedas. I have no desire to contribute to it."