[ Ah, the particular brand of awkward of partnering with an old co-worker. Adrasteia is not Vance, though the surreal strangeness of being so clearly known to them both is the same.
It'd be easier if she disliked him in the same, straightforward, visceral way as Vance did, and yet. ]
What about above us? [ he counters, pace slowing enough that the next faint smile he flashes her way is only from a few paces ahead and to her left. Still easy to step aside if she were to need to cast something ahead of them. ] Or below?
[ Thinking again of Vance's scribble in the book: One outside, ten in the walls. Thinking of the ruined Chantry they'd burned months ago, of darkspawn tunneling upward from the ground. ]
my immediate delight
It'd be easier if she disliked him in the same, straightforward, visceral way as Vance did, and yet. ]
What about above us? [ he counters, pace slowing enough that the next faint smile he flashes her way is only from a few paces ahead and to her left. Still easy to step aside if she were to need to cast something ahead of them. ] Or below?
[ Thinking again of Vance's scribble in the book: One outside, ten in the walls. Thinking of the ruined Chantry they'd burned months ago, of darkspawn tunneling upward from the ground. ]