( She is not going to dignify that with a response. At least, not until after they've dealt with this business, and her lip is caught in something between a grin and a snarl as she hold on, keeps striking and watches Zevran deliver the final blow. The beast lurches, finally falls, and it's only in that last moment that Leliana leaps clear. She lands in a crouch, hands at her side, and wipes the bloodied blade in the snow before returning it to her belt. Her bow has not fared quite so well, but she can at least see it sticking out from underneath the dragon's wing, instead of some heavier and more difficult to move portion of it.
Leliana walks to it, nudging the wing aside with her foot, so she can grab the bow and study it for any damage. Without even looking at her fellow rogue, ) You think any time is the perfect time.
( Just slightly dry, slightly chastising, and a faint note of fondness somehow folded in there, as well, before she finally offers him a cursory glance, lest he need a poultice or five. ) If you object to nugs so, I imagine you'd sooner travel on foot.
( Rather than in her nice cart. Her very nice, very stolen cart. But it also has some other goods that the shady trader abandoned, so really she'd say it's a good cart to be in. )
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Leliana walks to it, nudging the wing aside with her foot, so she can grab the bow and study it for any damage. Without even looking at her fellow rogue, ) You think any time is the perfect time.
( Just slightly dry, slightly chastising, and a faint note of fondness somehow folded in there, as well, before she finally offers him a cursory glance, lest he need a poultice or five. ) If you object to nugs so, I imagine you'd sooner travel on foot.
( Rather than in her nice cart. Her very nice, very stolen cart. But it also has some other goods that the shady trader abandoned, so really she'd say it's a good cart to be in. )