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[byblow]

She's very Orlesian.

[ But the good kind. The unmasked kind. The kind that's made living there for a decade and counting bearable for his poor Fereldan heart. ]

Are you afraid of her? [ Teasing. It would be paired well with chicken sounds, if he were 15 years younger and a little less sensitive to how genuinely difficult all of this is; as it is, it's mostly gentle. ] Do you want me to come hold your hand while you do it?

[ombranera]

But not too Orlesian.

[ He agrees on hat- charming and impassioned and brightly angry- everything he found attractive about those that were not noble in this country. ]

I can brave her scorn on my own, Alistair. Just know that if you are to ever find an elf maiden worth your attentions she has my approval. She wouldn't be too nice to you.

[byblow]

Just the right amount.

[ And then he laughs. ]

I don't think I'd survive her. [ —but he sounds fond about it. ] There are enough things likely to kill me right now without adding any women.

[ombranera]

Ah, but what a way to go. That would be a fine end indeed, one I might even let you have before I die.

[ Well, not really, but it is fine enough to tease. ]