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[arcaneadvisor]

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[arcaneadvisor]

[Then. Later. Breathing carefully, oh so carefully through her nose in that impending 'I could hunt you down, I am a wolf too Alistair' voice--]

How touching of you to think of me in a moment of such loss and grief, truly.

[You wouldn't think someone could talk with their jaw clenched that hard but is all of this anger, her trying not to laugh, or anger because she's trying to laugh: you decide.]

[byblow]

[ He's going to decide on Option C. Option C sounds good. ]

Of course. [ He's very pleased with himself, even if the crack of the crystal being slammed down might have permanently damaged his hearing. ] Any—any time—

[ He gets control of the huffy not-really-laughter that's interrupting his attempts to talk, coughs, sobers up. ]

Kieran said you've been worried lately and aren't telling him things.

[arcaneadvisor]

Maybe you met these other daughters of Flemeth and did me a favour.

[That'd be too easy.

But Alistair doesn't sound all doom and gloom the way a Warden might, still sounds like Alistair. Stupid to be relieved about that.]

I went to the Tirashan. [Not a lie. Only the uncomfortable sort of truth she doesn't like sharing, would prefer stepping around; do you remember the Blight in the Wilds, Alistair? she could ask and it would be enough.] 'tis nothing I would burden a boy with, even I did not anticipate what we encountered.

[byblow]

And what was that?

[ Maybe none of his business. He's certain she'll have no problem telling him so if it isn't. But if it has her rattled, and if apparently her rattling has Kieran rattled somewhat as well, he'd like to know. Maybe he'd also like to make a joke about it. He's found nothing unrattles rattled people quite as much as wanting to strangle him. ]

[arcaneadvisor]

My mother...tell me, do you find her silence odd in this time? Perhaps had the Herald lived she might have come as she did with the Hero, the Champion, yet she has not. I know her, Alistair, and here we all are now in Kirkwall. The shaman told me to go back and there are those who know what the Dalish clans do not. [Even for Morrigan this is quiet, and comes after she's gone to check who might be listening at the door. (Was there a time when she wasn't so paranoid? Does it end when it comes to this?)] Wardens have their secrets, part of this is mine.

[byblow]

[ His Warden secret is about to start shaving, and Morrigan knows aaaaaall about it, but her point stands. ]

Clearly what we need to do, [ he says instead of pushing, ] is round up everyone potentially important and get the cornered by darkspawn with no hope of surviving. That seems to be what draws her out.

[arcaneadvisor]

[That's an Alistair Warden secret, he gets to have extra secrets. Unrelated to whatever the rest of the rabble have festering away in their internal Warden Blight Sacs of Wardenly Woe. Same as witches get to have secrets tucked in their impractical bodices.]

If only you had come to that idea sooner, say before the Winter Palace debacle, how simpler a night that might have been. [Instead of lugging some Orlesian lady through Red Templar gauntlets that ended with Alan trying to prise red lyrium out of his hand with his teeth.] One of your Wardens did tell me something useful, it's put a piece in place, and going back-- there are things I overlooked. That I might not have wished to see.

[Everyone's guilty of that, aren't they?]

I want him to be happy, Alistair, happier than I was. [Than you were, she's kind enough not to add though those early years can't have been spectacular for him.] To be safe. Once I know-- I believe I will be safer for the knowing.