When life gives you melons, you might be dyslexic.

It set her at some ease hearing him laugh, albeit only a chuckle. It broke a little of the heaviness across his brow, distracting the thoughts at the forefront of his mind. While Aoife had always held some belief in the Maker, she was not a close follower of the Andrastain faith. It had some core values, certainly, but Leaf believed that those same principles and morals could be understood without the religious tenets attached to it. It was something she and Sebastian had talked about into the early hours, the openness to discuss issues easy in his company.

[color=#0074d9]“Oh trust me, she is the worst even I have come across. I should know, my history is pretty sketchy as is with the Chantry.”[/color] She’d chuckle, but seeing the shadow cross his face the line in her brow furrowed yet again.

She took a seat on the bench, making an effort to give him time to start when he was ready. Her eyes looked over the garden, brows steadily raising as he revealed things were not as rosy back in Ferelden. [color=#0074d9]“Well, Shit.” [/color]Leaf eventually breathed out, offering the man a look of mixed condolences and sympathy. [color=#0074d9]“That’s… rough. I’m sorry. How… how are the kids?[/color]” She was surprised, but also not. The darkspawn put a strain on the Wardens at the best of times, but during a Blight? Then of course there were other factors, the Arling, the expectations with the nobles and all that drama. It was a wonder any relationship survived that minefield at all. [color=#0074d9]“I can’t say I’ve any advice either, cos I don’t and I’m sorry.” [/color]