[ Not permanently. Only long enough to experiment with shoe-tying—but Dalish, right, no shoes. Mothers, though, supposedly. He's heard. And he knows that Clan Ashara is full of orphans, but, whatever, he's an orphan, too. He's allowed to take that risk to joke. ]
You don't write you mother? I write mine every week.
[ He doesn't turn or prop up—Zevran is probably here somewhere, hopefully asleep, not in need of unnecessary jostling—but he does twist his head to look back as best he can. ]
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You don't write you mother? I write mine every week.
[ He doesn't turn or prop up—Zevran is probably here somewhere, hopefully asleep, not in need of unnecessary jostling—but he does twist his head to look back as best he can. ]