In the very brief moment before Obi-Wan replied, he took in the situation as a whole. The birds, crowded around him like a gaggle of younglings. The room with its scattering of personal and religious artifacts, the detritus of an office, well-used, but isolated, hardly used to uninvited through-traffic despite the lack of an obvious door. And then there was Leliana herself, quiet with poise, but not the simple silence, no-- the killing silence. A woman who understood what to do with a threat.
He looked at the ravens. They looked back.
He looked at Leliana. She regarded him steadily.
"...This isn't what it looks like," It is, in fact, exactly what it looks like, "I was just...poking around and..."
Would you believe this man a renowned diplomat? He is. Obi-Wan is known in multiple systems for his wit and turn of phrase. Today, his clever tongue has abandoned him; for all his inattention, he's embarrassed to be found talking to birds.
"...I can see that I'm the entertainment for this afternoon," He finally settled on, much chagrined, in acknowledgement of his own floundering, "I apologize for coming into what is clearly not my place, uninvited."
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He looked at the ravens. They looked back.
He looked at Leliana. She regarded him steadily.
"...This isn't what it looks like," It is, in fact, exactly what it looks like, "I was just...poking around and..."
Would you believe this man a renowned diplomat? He is. Obi-Wan is known in multiple systems for his wit and turn of phrase. Today, his clever tongue has abandoned him; for all his inattention, he's embarrassed to be found talking to birds.
"...I can see that I'm the entertainment for this afternoon," He finally settled on, much chagrined, in acknowledgement of his own floundering, "I apologize for coming into what is clearly not my place, uninvited."