“Only I know they were there to pursue. Now their new guardians, of course...”
Everything had happened, as things are lately wont to do, fucking quickly; it had been chaotic, messy, another problem to address in a place struggling to hold some semblance of control. Pursuers had not sought the children, whose light footsteps would have soon been forgotten if she'd obeyed - they sought a young city elf alone, the only survivor of a bloodbath and its almost certain architect.
Not a Dalish elf, shepherding children. The ruse had served its purpose, and her little lambs might as well not have existed the stretch of time between fleeing their Circle and turning up in her hands at Skyhold. They are as safe there as anyone can be anywhere, and that - that has to be enough. It's safer than they would have been, if she'd caved to it when they wished to stay with her.
“Now, you.”
Speaking of insurance. Galatea has always liked Wren; she would like not to be disappointed by her.
It would be unfortunate, if she were to be disappointed.
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Everything had happened, as things are lately wont to do, fucking quickly; it had been chaotic, messy, another problem to address in a place struggling to hold some semblance of control. Pursuers had not sought the children, whose light footsteps would have soon been forgotten if she'd obeyed - they sought a young city elf alone, the only survivor of a bloodbath and its almost certain architect.
Not a Dalish elf, shepherding children. The ruse had served its purpose, and her little lambs might as well not have existed the stretch of time between fleeing their Circle and turning up in her hands at Skyhold. They are as safe there as anyone can be anywhere, and that - that has to be enough. It's safer than they would have been, if she'd caved to it when they wished to stay with her.
“Now, you.”
Speaking of insurance. Galatea has always liked Wren; she would like not to be disappointed by her.
It would be unfortunate, if she were to be disappointed.