. . . dare to speak to me . . . BY Morrigan

“Well, I nearly died and had a chance to start my life over, but I’m not entirely sure I deserved it.”  A little more openness than usual, but honesty felt more natural now.  Maybe it was something about how the other woman was so direct that made her feel safer being just as direct herself.  At any rate, it was a welcome change from years surrounded by Orlesians, twisted her brain into knots over the way everything had some double meaning.

“I’m a Grey Warden.  A new one, at least.  And you?”