You can't go home again, but you can visit the import shop

[freedom_is_grey]

At least Anders looked at her this time. That's -- something. And he seemed interested in news from home, particularly how the mage and templar co-educational schools are doing.

That is also something. (Perhaps even a great deal.)

And now she's helping make up aid packages in the back of the Fereldan import shop, passing time in useful work while waiting for Isabela to give her the nod that it's safe to head for the docks. Liranan lounges sleepily at her feet.

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[howtoactfereldan]

"Did you get what you wanted from me? Or would you prefer to try other ways to twist the knife?"

She's baiting him. She's baiting him, and he let her. That's -- Maker's breath, if this gets back to Meredith --

[freedom_is_grey]

The answer to both those questions is an emphatic no.

The answers to both those questions are almost entirely meaningless because they will only sound like manipulation as well.

Anything she says seems like it will sound that way, at least now. Maybe if earlier she had --

But that's pointless, too.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept you."

This, at least, has the virtue of being entirely true. On both counts.

[howtoactfereldan]

Cullen folds his arms.

Waits.






He will never turn his back on an apostate again.

[freedom_is_grey]

Ysalwen takes one step back. Then a second.

But only when Liranan steps neatly in between the two of them does she turn and make her way back inside.

(She promptly finds a chamber pot and throws up, hands weak and shaky, ears full of white noise. She is not at all used to being this terrified.)

Liranan only turns for his own retreat when she is fully inside.