Was this for you?

Again she felt words leave her, stranded, without a reply. He claimed to understand the choice, the path that could spell them both the same fate as her Father and Mother, one of suffering and pain. Yet there was still that niggling doubt. Yes, he was nobility, but it was not the same as being part of the Royal house; the sacrifices it demanded cut one down to blood and bone then more, even if you’d already bled dry for it once already.

The soft smile she wore in the quiet moments began to emerge, Wise, but perhaps you should also become acquainted with a friend of mine. An elf. Knowing each other will benefit you both. She would worry less, not that Adaria doubted he couldn’t take care of himself, but that her and Zevran’s plans weren’t also snagged by the strings that tied them.

A glint of mischief returned in her eye, I think it’s going to be fun, my Grandmother complained endlessly about her, but she really is well accomplished and fun. She had no real concerns living with Mica until she had recovered enough in fact it was perfectly acceptable for her as the youngest to visit and stay with the grieving sibling.

Chuckling at his words, her breath danced across the damp skin with a gentle sigh. I’m sure you can, though usually it’s you helping me out of something rather than into anything. I’m sure you’ve a spare nightshirt I can borrow before you lay us down in your bed? She was too weak to lift herself out unaided, the result of her reckless revenge leaving her putty in his hands.

@Rafael Acosta