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

Morrigan would pet the woman's hair until forcibly stopped. Hm. Grainne, the distinguished Grey Warden, would you come to dinner with me? She'd step back to grin, shrugging at the other woman.

Clean slates aren't bad, you know. Doesn't change the past, but you're doing good, when you know you could do bad. Another shrug.

So, clean slate, would the distinguished Grey Warden have a meal with me tonight? She had no reason not to be so blunt.