fringe benefits

The sudden shift in Vela's demeanour did not go unnoticed by The Huntress, but as she did not fully understand it, she did not question it. Merely chalking it up to their present situation. Anything could shift the mood in a place like this. The last thing she'd ever consider, at this point, would that it was something she had said. As much as she'd seen Vela through, as much as Vela had endured as she continued to unlearn the Qun... the last thing she'd do was consider herself the reason.

The Huntress pursed her lips, turning suddenly to her friend. You trusted a large gathering? The question held a little bit of judgment behind it. But her life in the Qun had given her a different perspective on life. One that she often forgot that others did not have. They were not so practical and logical as the Qunari were. The Qun made sense. Humans... elves... dwarves... they did not. But she was trying to make sense of the world she lived in now... it was merely a slow process.

The Fallow Mire? she echoed. I have heard this name. She paused, then added: Tell me about it. Perhaps relaying information about the place - a mundane task in and of itself, as far as The Huntress was concerned - would set Vela back at ease. Or, at least, that was her vain hope. It left her unsettled to see her friend put off by, well, anything. It was not something she felt the woman deserved after all she'd been through and seen.