Xochipilli's jaw tightened, when she said Tevinter. He studied her, quietly, searching for scars—for visible damage. He knew how the People were treated in Tevinter, and it wasn't nice. Even worse than Orlais or Ferelden's treatment of Elves in their cities.
She leaned into his embrace, and he tightened his hold on her.
She shrugged it off, and he shook his head slightly.
Then there was his relationship with Carasson. The nightmares, the panic. The way they were both delicate and fragile, like a piece of clay that was put back together again. Their cracks were fully on display, and one wrong step might shatter them...
She leaned into his embrace, and he tightened his hold on her.
Well, I do hope your slaver is dead. I'd hate to bloody my hands on a Vint.He growled the words under his breath, clearly the idea was enticing to the Keeper.
She shrugged it off, and he shook his head slightly.
Well,she settled with her head on his shoulder, her fingers exploring one of his much larger hands.
My daughter's gone missing. I'm worried she's been pulled into whatever's happening over in Antiva; girl wouldn't listen and stay home for anything.
Then there was his relationship with Carasson. The nightmares, the panic. The way they were both delicate and fragile, like a piece of clay that was put back together again. Their cracks were fully on display, and one wrong step might shatter them...
You're staying with the clan, Shae.It's not a question, more of an order. He'd rest his chin atop her head,
You belong here. Doesn't matter how long it took for you to find your way home.
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