Merrill steps over the threshold and immediately has to fight the urge to start pacing, or to bring her fingernails to her mouth. Wretched habit, that. The Keeper used to make her dip her fingers in astringent spindleweed oil to make her stop, but all it did was give Merrill bleeding canker sores along her bottom lip and gums, on top of ragged fingernails.
Fenris would be so angry in footy pajamas, she thinks. She pictures him walking about awkwardly, falling over himself. Like a cat wearing socks. It's enough to make her laugh, something short and nervy.
Now she does start to bite at her thumbnail.
Fenris would be so angry in footy pajamas, she thinks. She pictures him walking about awkwardly, falling over himself. Like a cat wearing socks. It's enough to make her laugh, something short and nervy.
Of course I know you wouldn't, I'm not really a fool. I'm just nervous. And angry.She rubs her eyes, and looks at Fenris with a pleading expression.
You know how I was doing work in the alienage? The community fund, the meetings in Hightown about building permits and such. I thought it was nothing worth writing home about, that I was just making myself useful.
Now she does start to bite at her thumbnail.
Varric is stepping down as Viscount.Fenris is clever, he'll understand the subtext. She hopes. If she says it out loud, she'll have to hear herself say the words, and she'll go insane.
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