"We are not safe," she says and at once sounds sad and angry, but she lacks the energy for either at current. Her hand stills in his and her grip tenses, mostly of its own accord.
"These people are fools," she whispers and there is a bite to it that Solas would not have heard in her before this moment. "What they have done here--what they continue to do--it must be ceased. We cannot permit--"
She is speaking too quickly and still has too much poison in her system. She coughs and pulls away from him as another follows and another. Her fit is short, but uncomfortable, and she is exhausted again at the end of it. Her exhaustion has a veneer of anger but, all too quickly, it turns to despair and she levels a look at him that is upon the very edge of grief.
"It--this--" she starts and pauses, looking at him almost desperately. It goes against everything she does to share this with him...with anyone...and yet she does. She trusts him.
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Date: 2018-10-06 11:50 pm (UTC)"These people are fools," she whispers and there is a bite to it that Solas would not have heard in her before this moment. "What they have done here--what they continue to do--it must be ceased. We cannot permit--"
She is speaking too quickly and still has too much poison in her system. She coughs and pulls away from him as another follows and another. Her fit is short, but uncomfortable, and she is exhausted again at the end of it. Her exhaustion has a veneer of anger but, all too quickly, it turns to despair and she levels a look at him that is upon the very edge of grief.
"It--this--" she starts and pauses, looking at him almost desperately. It goes against everything she does to share this with him...with anyone...and yet she does. She trusts him.
"They have my ring."