do something

Chip exhaled quietly, as a hand splayed across his book, forcing his gaze to find Carasson once more. He snapped the book shut and dropped it on the table, uncaring if he managed to catch Cara's hand in the pages. Do you... really think that if you take volunteers, Inala would stay behind? His head tilted slightly, eyes searching the other man's features. She's already suggested something similar; sending the volunteers to the Grey Wardens. She wanted to go.

He leaned back in his chair, shaking his head slowly. And if Inala goes, then Chi will follow. She looks up to her mother, idolizes her. And unfortunately, she was old enough to make her own decisions. He rubbed his face with his hands, sighing as he leaned forward, staring into the darkness that his hands created around his face. If you go alone, he'd sat back up. ...then I'm left to pick up the pieces, if you die? To pick up Inala, and put her back together? I'm pretty bad at that.

Chip was bitter, and glared at his First. Leave me to train another to be my First? He fumed quietly, staring at Carasson, considering his options. And finally, he stood. He made his way to a small table, that had once been littered with empty alcohol bottles, now held a tea set. Everyone had vices. He brought the teapot to a boil in his hand, poured two cups, and brought them both back to the table, holding Cara's cup in his hand. If you go with a group, or alone, I still lose. He murmured, quietly.

If you go in a group, and take my girls with you, then that's all three of the people in my family, gone. His voice shook slightly, as he held the tea out to his First. So no. Nobody is going to the Forest.