gentleman, is she rly your wife if you don't kill her once?

Why had no one thought to put the buttons on the front?  That made utterly no sense whatsoever and she had to wonder if this was a symptom of a greater problem within the realms.  Lack of common sense was dangerous enough with individuals— when it came to large groups… especially organized ones… well… action would be required.

She frowned then, even as she sighed softly.  Perhaps her singular focus and her drive to act had contributed to her death… her inability to embrace the bigger picture, to delegate, to watch and see.  Was that true?  Or were they muddled musings in the hours after waking?

A slight gesture and she waved aside talk of a tailor.  This suited her fine and she would… seem more accommodating, this way.  Solas, tell me truthfully.  Do you think my constant need to act is what contributed to my death?  Be honest with me.  I need to know so I do not open myself up to the same weaknesses as before.  Still.  As heavy as this sudden turn of conversation went, Mythal still desired to touch him, her hands lifting as she allowed her fingertips to map out the shape of his face, to know it once more.