[ It is said deliberately; Solas feels little to no kinship with the Dalish of Thedas, nor the elves that reside in cities. They are nothing compared to the People, and it hurts him in the depths of his heart. ]
It is good to meet you, Fern. [ He deliberately avoids looking at her hand, uncomfortable with it, and does not reach out to shake it. He doesn't much care if she takes offence to it, but he hopes she doesn't; it's not her that he disagrees with, after all, but the green glow that makes him feel uncomfortable and uncertain all at once. It is not her fault, he supposes, quietly, but he is still at odds with it.
When he turns back to his art her question startles him and he laughs, a short, harsh thing. ] Perhaps, but not in the way that the term might suggest. [ He turns back to look at her, tilting his head. ] I am not the kind of teacher that the Dalish would welcome.
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It is good to meet you, Fern. [ He deliberately avoids looking at her hand, uncomfortable with it, and does not reach out to shake it. He doesn't much care if she takes offence to it, but he hopes she doesn't; it's not her that he disagrees with, after all, but the green glow that makes him feel uncomfortable and uncertain all at once. It is not her fault, he supposes, quietly, but he is still at odds with it.
When he turns back to his art her question startles him and he laughs, a short, harsh thing. ] Perhaps, but not in the way that the term might suggest. [ He turns back to look at her, tilting his head. ] I am not the kind of teacher that the Dalish would welcome.