[ She gives a very put upon sigh, because Creators, her life is a difficult one. Then she opens her mouth, then he speaks again, and then she closes her mouth, and then she spends a few seconds staring at the crystal in abject confusion. ]
Well, since I've pledged undying love to you, and all, I guess I could survive sharing the same tent as you, probably. You're lucky you're cute.
--Or is that. Not. What you meant.
Because that's totally fine!!! If it isn't! I mean, I can make someone else share a tent or--if that's--what you meant--?
[ And fully aware that being cute is his main redeeming quality xoxo. ]
But that is what I meant. I wouldn't put you in with Teren, Maker. And it's cold out here, you know. And I don't sleep so well. I tried crawling in with Anders and Nathaniel, but something about helping kill a man's father makes him unwilling to snuggle with you, I guess. I'll never understand it.
Oh--Well--Yes, I--I'm fine with that. That sounds like some pretty good reasons. With it being cold.
And you don't have to worry about that with me! Unless, um, that whole thing with you being with King Cousland was a lie and you were actually a raider in the Free Marches 10 years ago.
[ Because you know that's totally a concern. ]
My mother is still alive, though, and probably will remain so for the next thousand years, because I am fairly sure she subsists on spiting me--Um, is this too personal? I'm sorry if that's weird. I, um. I'm fine with sharing a tent with you.
[ Pause. ]
Sorry.
[ Another pause. ]
And if Nathaniel is the one with the goatee, he's kind of intimidating anyway so I don't really blame you. So is Teren, actually. And Velanna--Are you the only Warden who isn't scary?
More or less, yes. [ No. ] The only Senior Warden, at least. Sabriel is sweet and Scipio and Rafael are harmless enough. I'd say that they're all probably going to die soon, the cute ones never last, but at this point—
[ DETOUR. ]
Are you all right? You really are welcome, there's space for two, but if someone in Skyhold is giving you trouble—?
[ Just a moment, she has to stifle down the strange and sudden urge to go off to the Free Marches to murder her twin. ]
I'm fine, I just--
[ Small sigh. ]
--I don't really have a place that's...mine? That I can go back to every night, consistently, and I've been nervous about staying in one place. And I figure, moving in with a camp full of people who got booted out sounds about my speed, anyway. At least I won't have to deal with Templars--I would think they would be actively repelled by the walls.
Also, um.
[ She delicately clears her throat. ]
I may have threatened to kill Michel de Chevin and chop him into tiny pieces if he hurts Zevran...? So, ah. Some space might be good.
[ All of the things she has said are important and he heard them and he may come back to them, but first, a moment to sound like she's just given him an amazing gift. ]
I asked him what he was planning on doing with Zevran and he was all 'Oh la la moi affairs, zey are private, oui?' so I told him that if he hurt Zevran I would kill him slowly and no one would ever find the body and no one would ever suspect me because I'm small and adorable.
I'm not allowed to give him trouble because I respect Zevran's choices and all of that, but I think that would be—funny. A funny joke for notre ami Michel de Chevin, who we like and trust very much.
[ Beleth never promised to respect Zevran's choices. ]
He called Zevran an entanglement, and when I pointed out to him that there was enough troubling historical precedent to this for people to be quite justified in being concerned he just looked at me with this smug look and said 'Ah, you must not know Zevran, did you know he is an assassin, and he's killed innocent people for money?' which was irrelevant and belittling.
[ He's quiet for a stretch, because he's doing that thing people do where they're so helplessly angry and resignedly miserable that it hurts like a bruise to move. But he recovers! Because human (& elven &c.) resilience both physical and mental is very remarkable that way. ]
The nerve, [ re lute. ] I think that's worth another mouse.
...I'm sorry, Alistair. But...don't worry, okay? Zevran has many friends, and all of us, we'll keep him safe. I promise. Michel is nothing to waste your time with. I was just...ranting, angrily.
And you're a hundred times better than he is, anyway. I did the math.
Well, I mean--If I stayed with you, it would be my space, too, right? Just yours, as well. I don't mind sharing with you, I just want to be able to...call a place mine. To be able to put up some of the things my brother sent me, and have a space where people I don't even know can't just barge in.
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--You're making that face, aren't you?
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Well, since I've pledged undying love to you, and all, I guess I could survive sharing the same tent as you, probably. You're lucky you're cute.
--Or is that. Not. What you meant.
Because that's totally fine!!! If it isn't! I mean, I can make someone else share a tent or--if that's--what you meant--?
[ Pause. ]
Or. Whatever. You know.
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[ And fully aware that being cute is his main redeeming quality xoxo. ]
But that is what I meant. I wouldn't put you in with Teren, Maker. And it's cold out here, you know. And I don't sleep so well. I tried crawling in with Anders and Nathaniel, but something about helping kill a man's father makes him unwilling to snuggle with you, I guess. I'll never understand it.
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And you don't have to worry about that with me! Unless, um, that whole thing with you being with King Cousland was a lie and you were actually a raider in the Free Marches 10 years ago.
[ Because you know that's totally a concern. ]
My mother is still alive, though, and probably will remain so for the next thousand years, because I am fairly sure she subsists on spiting me--Um, is this too personal? I'm sorry if that's weird. I, um. I'm fine with sharing a tent with you.
[ Pause. ]
Sorry.
[ Another pause. ]
And if Nathaniel is the one with the goatee, he's kind of intimidating anyway so I don't really blame you. So is Teren, actually. And Velanna--Are you the only Warden who isn't scary?
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[ DETOUR. ]
Are you all right? You really are welcome, there's space for two, but if someone in Skyhold is giving you trouble—?
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I'm fine, I just--
[ Small sigh. ]
--I don't really have a place that's...mine? That I can go back to every night, consistently, and I've been nervous about staying in one place. And I figure, moving in with a camp full of people who got booted out sounds about my speed, anyway. At least I won't have to deal with Templars--I would think they would be actively repelled by the walls.
Also, um.
[ She delicately clears her throat. ]
I may have threatened to kill Michel de Chevin and chop him into tiny pieces if he hurts Zevran...? So, ah. Some space might be good.
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You did what? Really?
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I don't think he took me seriously.
Maybe I should put a dead mouse in his food.
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[ A pause. ]
I'm not allowed to give him trouble because I respect Zevran's choices and all of that, but I think that would be—funny. A funny joke for notre ami Michel de Chevin, who we like and trust very much.
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[ Beleth never promised to respect Zevran's choices. ]
He called Zevran an entanglement, and when I pointed out to him that there was enough troubling historical precedent to this for people to be quite justified in being concerned he just looked at me with this smug look and said 'Ah, you must not know Zevran, did you know he is an assassin, and he's killed innocent people for money?' which was irrelevant and belittling.
Also, he implied that I wasn't good at the lute.
[ The gravest offense. ]
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The nerve, [ re lute. ] I think that's worth another mouse.
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And you're a hundred times better than he is, anyway. I did the math.
[ Harrumph. ]
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[ But not going to dwell la la la, this is a happy occasion. ]
You don't have to stay with me if you want your own space. I didn't think about that. We could be neighbors and talk through the tent walls.
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You're allowed to barge in, though.
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[ Human thing. ]
In that case, please come live with me. I'm so lonely. I'll scratch your name into the ice outside the flaps and everything.