[ the flinch that comes at his voice is—well, to be perfectly honest, it's a little dramatic. it's not as though ness expects to be flogged in the middle of the stacks and thrown out of the library in humiliation, or anything, even for candlekeep that would be a hell of a leap for a first offense. she doesn't like to be caught out doing something wrong, though, and would have preferred to be ignored rather than had her momentary break with etiquette acknowledged.

ah, well. at least she can make up lost ground by being extremely well-behaved now. ]

Pardon my outburst, goodsir, I usually have more sense than to raise my voice in a library. [ which you can tell by how soft her voice is now—not ridiculously, exaggeratedly so, but girl takes "inside voices" seriously. ] The histories don't match.

[ she splays a hand across the pages of one of the books in front of her—a tevinter history book, flanked by orlesian and fereldan volumes of similar periods. ]

I'm used to parsing for differences in viewpoint and perspective, but some details are entirely changed from nation to nation, even dates. [ dry as the western approach, which she has learned is the desert to mention here, ] It vexed me.