[Closed] Make No Judgements

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WHO: Bethany Hawke and Leliana
WHAT: Bethany and Leliana speak about Galadriel
WHEN: Right after Obi-Wan speaks out. Backdated
WHERE: The Rookery
NOTES: Warnings for many, many feels.

After Bethany had received Leliana's letter in response to her own,, she wasted no time in preparing to travel up to Skyhold. On went the official Battlemage armor for the Grey Wardens, on went the cloak, and the staff was used for walking and not just tucked behind her. Her pin was clear on her shoulder, her gaze was steady when she looked at each guard as she passed.

Some of them shifted in place, but the training held. Not one of them said a word.

The pomp and circumstance was a necessary evil - after all - Leliana was taking her seriously enough to have her meet her on her own turf. Which meant she still didn't trust herself down at the Warden camp. Bethany wasn't sure if that would turn things around, but she knew of all the advisors -- Leliana was the one to speak with.

So she climbed the circular staircase - up through above the painted mural room, through the library proper, and then up int the rookery itself, where hundreds of ravens cawed above her. She looked up, thoughtful, before she looked around for Leliana.

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She fights darkspawn, Nightingale. Your cold, dead eyes just remind her of an emissary, and she's killed a lot of emissaries.

Your words, however, chill her to the bone.

"Passionate discourse only works while people are willing to talk, Sister Leliana, and listen. I think you have found, with the young elven boy breaking into the jail, that people are starting to move past that." She states smoothly, "And if you think anyone around here sleeps easy ..."

A long sigh, before she shakes her head, "Yet, I hope the Seeker learns what you wish her to learn. You know her better than I - and there is nothing more I want than to see the Lady Galadriel freed. For this to be seen as a lesson for any and all."

She snorts softly, "As for not being significant enough ... I'm not my sister, the legend, and I'm not my brother, the one chasing after glory. I don't care if I am. You are quite right that your duties extend beyond more than just one Grey Warden. It doesn't take away that your tone states that you're angry enough with me to try to cut me down to size, when I have scarcely become bigger than that young girl in the Chantry."

Her gaze didn't soften, but she did loosen her shoulders a little. "You have every right to be angry. I just hope you're not angry at me forever."