At least Liranan has stopped growling, though at Flemeth's last words he makes a whimper deep in the back of his throat, instead.
Ysalwen hushes him, voice gentle even as she scratches firmly between his ears.
"I hope to. I do try to keep my eyes open. And my mind."
Her mouth twists wryly.
"I have you to thank for that."
Without Flemeth's aid she and Alistair would have died -- and not only that, but she would never have met all the strange people she now counts as friends. It changed a great deal.
"Would you trust me not to poison your drink if I bought you one, perhaps? Call it a case of bygones, at least here?"
It seems presumptuous to suppose it might continue back in Thedas. But --
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At least Liranan has stopped growling, though at Flemeth's last words he makes a whimper deep in the back of his throat, instead.
Ysalwen hushes him, voice gentle even as she scratches firmly between his ears.
"I hope to. I do try to keep my eyes open. And my mind."
Her mouth twists wryly.
"I have you to thank for that."
Without Flemeth's aid she and Alistair would have died -- and not only that, but she would never have met all the strange people she now counts as friends. It changed a great deal.
"Would you trust me not to poison your drink if I bought you one, perhaps? Call it a case of bygones, at least here?"
It seems presumptuous to suppose it might continue back in Thedas. But --
The offer is honestly meant.