Her hands flex, and though that kiss is brief that makes it no less fierce, an edge of bite to it, before she soothes Morrigan's lip with something just barely more gentle.
As for the words, they feel more tenuous. More brittle and likely to splinter off and catch her if she is not careful. Morrigan's words are broken glass and need to be handled carefully. Leliana is not entirely at ease, not entirely certain either of them know what they are doing or what they want, and in the moment where pulling apart is necessary, wonders if she has made a critical blunder. What if this is a part of the Grand Game, for all Morrigan's disdain of it? What if this is not what she believes it to be?
She kisses Morrigan's cheek as her agreement, and even with the knots tangling in her gut, appears remarkably calm. Some part of her is aware there might be some of that stain Morrigan uses darkening her lips bled into her own, and she finds herself more thrilled by the thought than concerned.
Her own feelings on the matter are, in a word, complex.
"Later, then." A murmur, before she lets her fingers trail away from Morrigan's sides, and she makes for the door. Loudly, enough for the scout to hear, "I am on my way."
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As for the words, they feel more tenuous. More brittle and likely to splinter off and catch her if she is not careful. Morrigan's words are broken glass and need to be handled carefully. Leliana is not entirely at ease, not entirely certain either of them know what they are doing or what they want, and in the moment where pulling apart is necessary, wonders if she has made a critical blunder. What if this is a part of the Grand Game, for all Morrigan's disdain of it? What if this is not what she believes it to be?
She kisses Morrigan's cheek as her agreement, and even with the knots tangling in her gut, appears remarkably calm. Some part of her is aware there might be some of that stain Morrigan uses darkening her lips bled into her own, and she finds herself more thrilled by the thought than concerned.
Her own feelings on the matter are, in a word, complex.
"Later, then." A murmur, before she lets her fingers trail away from Morrigan's sides, and she makes for the door. Loudly, enough for the scout to hear, "I am on my way."