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[fightingale]

( Either he's waiting to hurt her or reassure her, and she's dreading it.

Quietly; )

Did you miss me?

[byblow]

Stiiiiiill do.

[fightingale]

Miss someone, even as you're talking to them?

( What. )

[byblow]

Yes. You're still angry with me, aren't you?

[fightingale]

( Not venomous at all, but a little resigned: ) With good reason.

One cannot do what I do and trust easily, Alistair.

[byblow]

You can't do what you do and be trusted easily, either.

[ He winces as he says it. Maybe he would have said it without any magic forcing him to do so--he's a very honest person, generally--but maybe not. Or maybe not like that. He finds a softer truth: ]

I do want to. And I'm sorry I hurt you.

[fightingale]

Hurt is immaterial.

( That's a lie, if not mostly than at least 50/50, because she has not carved away what she feels near as well as she'd like to, and her feelings have always informed what she does and who she is. It's... inconvenient, shall we say. )

I have work to get to. Goodbye, Alistair.

( Not a lie, but again - she had found a way to put it off and has sharply decided she has no interest in continuing to delegate things away if this is how thjngs will be. He can have his truth and some reprieve from her. That will do. )

[byblow]

It is not imma—Leliana.

[ It may not be firm or fast enough to stop her, but his tone vaguely threatens a willingness to march back up to Skyhold otherwise. ]

[fightingale]

( SHE SAID GOOD DAY SIR

except like not exactly but whatever SHE'S BUSY pls leave a message with baron plucky godspeed )