fragile minds

If he'd been anyone else, she might have frozen up. Hell, she might have done any number of things, including punch him. She'd been through hell over the course of twenty years, and she felt changed because of it. Tevinter. That was all she'd say on that for now. She didn't need to bore him with the details. She also didn't need to give him or anyone else more of a reason to hate humans.

She scrunched her nose just a little and chuckled morosely. I think that can be said for both of us... She mumbled the words with a shake of her head, unable to stop herself from leaning into his embrace. My... employer... and I left Tevinter five years ago, give or take. She looked down at some of the scars peeking out from her clothes and heaved a tired-sounding sigh. I finally was released from his employ a short while ago, and... I found my way here from Orlais... She shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.

It was a very big deal. She wouldn't bring up the trouble she'd run into on her way here, either. It'd been dealt with and the less he knew, the better off he'd be. May I ask what troubles you? She rested her head against his shoulder. I've got a couple ears you can bend and, if nothing else, I've learned how to keep my mouth shut over the years. Another morose chuckle slipped past her lips as she reached for one of his hands, mostly to give her hands something to occupy themselves with.