Or a potential risk within the walls. Potential and may and for what? Only clues? What of value have they given any? Even Alistair only would part with fragments. He can command them, what would he do with a possessed mage?
[If Corypheus comes here, she can fight for as long as she can but Kieran will be lost to her, that she knows and it's what snuffs out the anger, replaces it with dread as surely as being struck by magic. Is it better or worse that there is no eluvian? No easy escape for her if she requires it but more difficult for Corypheus to claim it.
He wants such things, she's sure of it, another one who would know to access it and if he does--
Not the time to tell Leliana. Wait until it is here, until it is safe and within her grasp again, then speak of it or surely she will not get the aid she fears she needs. Although perhaps Leliana would be angrier. Morrigan always did take some savage joy in prompting a sharp word from her and it would reassure her. What happened to you, she thinks far from the first time, where is the girl, the little deceiver, the one who sang so soulfully that even my heard turned to watch? Perhaps now if that Leliana were here they would be closer. Or if there had been no Kieran, ten years alone to grow sharper, to not have learned to love.
Leliana was close to them once. What will they say of the spymaster who somehow missed this? Such a failure in Orlais...a good thing Morrigan isn't even a student of it, merely an often disinterested spectator.]
I assume that there will be repercussions, and that the Inquisition will live up to the name it bears? [At least phrasing so much as a question is natural though the gentle prompting won't go unnoticed, nor the narrowing of her eyes. Already she has questions of her own.
But there is at least an answer, one that she can nod to, mouth pressed into a grim smile that is so like and yet unlike her. Her smiles are rare and when grim they at least look satisfied. This feelse false and she heaves a disgusted sigh as if she could expel it all so easily. What she would give to lose this all in a true fit of temper and destruction but that hasn't been her way for some time.
Yet she's relieved all the same. As much as she can be in the moment.]
I-- [A hesitation that speaks volumes. She is not good at this.] Thank you. I am glad to know.
[To know that there is a blade or a bow between him and harm that I can count on.]
Should you require my aid, you need only ask.
[Who would have thought she would offer so freely but she trusted them and now she remembers why she never tried before if this is the price she must pay.]
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[If Corypheus comes here, she can fight for as long as she can but Kieran will be lost to her, that she knows and it's what snuffs out the anger, replaces it with dread as surely as being struck by magic. Is it better or worse that there is no eluvian? No easy escape for her if she requires it but more difficult for Corypheus to claim it.
He wants such things, she's sure of it, another one who would know to access it and if he does--
Not the time to tell Leliana. Wait until it is here, until it is safe and within her grasp again, then speak of it or surely she will not get the aid she fears she needs. Although perhaps Leliana would be angrier. Morrigan always did take some savage joy in prompting a sharp word from her and it would reassure her. What happened to you, she thinks far from the first time, where is the girl, the little deceiver, the one who sang so soulfully that even my heard turned to watch? Perhaps now if that Leliana were here they would be closer. Or if there had been no Kieran, ten years alone to grow sharper, to not have learned to love.
Leliana was close to them once. What will they say of the spymaster who somehow missed this? Such a failure in Orlais...a good thing Morrigan isn't even a student of it, merely an often disinterested spectator.]
I assume that there will be repercussions, and that the Inquisition will live up to the name it bears? [At least phrasing so much as a question is natural though the gentle prompting won't go unnoticed, nor the narrowing of her eyes. Already she has questions of her own.
But there is at least an answer, one that she can nod to, mouth pressed into a grim smile that is so like and yet unlike her. Her smiles are rare and when grim they at least look satisfied. This feelse false and she heaves a disgusted sigh as if she could expel it all so easily. What she would give to lose this all in a true fit of temper and destruction but that hasn't been her way for some time.
Yet she's relieved all the same. As much as she can be in the moment.]
I-- [A hesitation that speaks volumes. She is not good at this.] Thank you. I am glad to know.
[To know that there is a blade or a bow between him and harm that I can count on.]
Should you require my aid, you need only ask.
[Who would have thought she would offer so freely but she trusted them and now she remembers why she never tried before if this is the price she must pay.]