He waits and he waits and he waits. For the curl in the corner of her mouth, the sharp in the corner of her gaze. That would give away the trick. What was really underneath, waiting. The strike he knows always comes because it always has. There was no such thing as kindness for kindness sake.
But she doesn't argue on behalf of it. Argues about the pride of work - and for him, for many Qunari, that - was the only thing that ever mattered. It wasn't about him then. No false sense of compassion he does not have time for. It was about her pride, and he could trust pride and vanity in a Bas. It seemed to be something that was shared. ]
Fine.
[ He reaches - these rooms are very small, and he is very tall - to reach for the bandage out of the boy's hands with no more than a bit of a lean. To press the bandages into her chest with a flat hand - fingers that reach when splayed from shoulder to shoulder in the breadth of his handspan. ] But you're doing it. Not him.
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He waits and he waits and he waits. For the curl in the corner of her mouth, the sharp in the corner of her gaze. That would give away the trick. What was really underneath, waiting. The strike he knows always comes because it always has. There was no such thing as kindness for kindness sake.
But she doesn't argue on behalf of it. Argues about the pride of work - and for him, for many Qunari, that - was the only thing that ever mattered. It wasn't about him then. No false sense of compassion he does not have time for. It was about her pride, and he could trust pride and vanity in a Bas. It seemed to be something that was shared. ]
Fine.
[ He reaches - these rooms are very small, and he is very tall - to reach for the bandage out of the boy's hands with no more than a bit of a lean. To press the bandages into her chest with a flat hand - fingers that reach when splayed from shoulder to shoulder in the breadth of his handspan. ] But you're doing it. Not him.