Let the road

Kellam’s jaw tightened at the comment about him not being able to keep one of the Healer’s healthy. As if he chose who came down with sickness or not. Not to mention the hazards they came across trying to get through Orlais and Ferelden unscathed.

You know as well as I do, working with the sick in poor conditions puts them at an even greater risk. It hasn’t exactly been a cake walk getting here. Though it was the safer choice than waiting for the darkspawn to wipe us out in Orlais. Eleven, he thought to himself, eleven fell to the blighted darkspawn before they made it out of Orlais. Not that he needed to explain himself to Ruth of all people. As far as Ruth’s answer to Kellam’s awkward question, he was a bit surprised how detailed Ruth was in answering it. He expected a brush off at best. Which only made it more awkward.

Paranoid whispers flitted through his mind, thinking absurd thoughts, but it was a Tuesday, so when wasn’t he thinking paranoid absurd thoughts. A mental image of Ruth plotting to overthrow Kellam’s leadership of Clan Ghilain flickered into his mind, a scowl on his face the result of said thought. He didn’t trust Ruth, the voices wouldn’t let him.

You’re work, so this that you’re doing here, is just, repaying Megara? He had no interest in telling Megara anything about his son, at the moment he was torn between feeling the need to be inquisitive about what Ruth actually gets up to, and feeling the need to be validated that his son had amounted to not much of anything worth while.