( Wryly: ) The same could be said of you. It sounds an ideal arrangement.
( Time to gather up some of these teeth, dropping the bloodied things into a leather pouch on her belt. A tilt of her head at the mention of her own letters, straightening up with a tooth in hand when the comment about Wynne comes.
She stops, then, and the sobering of his expression is echoed in her own. Even though it is more restrained, more controlled save for when she is truly caught off guard or slipping into darker territory, there is some sadness in her face. (When last they roamed together, she had been so much freer, but everything is weighted, now. Limited by all that she has seen, has lost. They are not the same as they once were, even if they have shared some brief glimpse of it, today.) )
You miss her. ( It barely needs to be said, yet leaving it unacknowledged feels-- cheap. Letting down both Zevran and Wynne, really. ) It... ( and Leliana pauses, weighing her words before dropping the tooth into the pouch with the others, ) does feel strange, to have so many of us reunited and her absent.
( Some things were too sharp, too raw, to address more directly. They cannot be granted words well, not even by a bard. Singing of the grief of others is one thing; addressing their own is different. )
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( Time to gather up some of these teeth, dropping the bloodied things into a leather pouch on her belt. A tilt of her head at the mention of her own letters, straightening up with a tooth in hand when the comment about Wynne comes.
She stops, then, and the sobering of his expression is echoed in her own. Even though it is more restrained, more controlled save for when she is truly caught off guard or slipping into darker territory, there is some sadness in her face. (When last they roamed together, she had been so much freer, but everything is weighted, now. Limited by all that she has seen, has lost. They are not the same as they once were, even if they have shared some brief glimpse of it, today.) )
You miss her. ( It barely needs to be said, yet leaving it unacknowledged feels-- cheap. Letting down both Zevran and Wynne, really. ) It... ( and Leliana pauses, weighing her words before dropping the tooth into the pouch with the others, ) does feel strange, to have so many of us reunited and her absent.
( Some things were too sharp, too raw, to address more directly. They cannot be granted words well, not even by a bard. Singing of the grief of others is one thing; addressing their own is different. )