[ So it's the war that has him most uncomfortable. She understands that completely. She's fighting in a war of her own, one she was drawn into with hardly any understanding or foothold in. No, she was a tool, someone who had an ability that could help the Inquisition, and nothing more...at first.

But she likes war as much as she does, and so Nasrin nods, relaxing her shoulders slightly. He seems distressed enough that she doesn't want to add to it. ]

I couldn't agree more.

[ It's said softly, just enough to pass between them that her voice might not carry. ]

I'm sorry they have summoned you here. This must be hard on you, to be away from your home and to be thrown into a conflict that is not your own. I...cannot offer you much, nor do I know you, but I would not allow them to harm you or conscript you to do something that you are not willing for.

No monarch should order things of their people when they cannot agree to them.