[ She laughs a little at that, mostly at herself. ]
I should hope not. The Inquisition is only as strong as the people within it, not who leads it. We went weeks - months - without an Inquisitor, after all.
[ No, she hopes that they have stayed because they believe in fixing the world, in setting things right, and she wishes selfishly that they stay to be with her, to remain friends. The time to face Corypheus draws near enough - without Orlais, without his foothold in the Arbor Wilds, surely he is lost - and she hopes that when the dust settles, they are left with enough of Thedas to secure and build up again, and she will be happiest to do so in the company of friends and companions who mean so much to her.
And Solas, who stands out amongst them, who makes her chest tighten and who gives her hope and knowledge beyond all bearing; Solas who has opened her eyes and given her the confidence to walk in dreams and to see what rests just beyond her grasp. She cannot be grateful enough for his presence at her side, for his tenderness, for the connection they share.
She tilts her head slightly, fixing him with a long look. ]
No, you didn't. But you talk about me and say nothing of yourself.
[ Nasrin uses the grip on his hands to take one step closer, near enough that they are mere inches apart. She tests boundaries, as she did on the balcony, as she did in the Fade, but she will never act without his consent and approval. When she lifts her eyes to meet his face, it is with a smile, because his words mean more to her than he may believe.
She's close enough now, nearly ready to bridge the gap and to kiss him, regardless of who may see them, when she pauses. ]
Then come with me. [ There is a brighter light in her eyes now with some of her burdens as Inquisitor lifted from her shoulders, however temporary. ] There is so much in this world and we can explore it together. We can understand and learn from it, Solas.
[ If she only knew how close this mirrors something she will say only days from now back in Skyhold, beneath the starlit sky in Crestwood, hand in hand with him. ]
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I should hope not. The Inquisition is only as strong as the people within it, not who leads it. We went weeks - months - without an Inquisitor, after all.
[ No, she hopes that they have stayed because they believe in fixing the world, in setting things right, and she wishes selfishly that they stay to be with her, to remain friends. The time to face Corypheus draws near enough - without Orlais, without his foothold in the Arbor Wilds, surely he is lost - and she hopes that when the dust settles, they are left with enough of Thedas to secure and build up again, and she will be happiest to do so in the company of friends and companions who mean so much to her.
And Solas, who stands out amongst them, who makes her chest tighten and who gives her hope and knowledge beyond all bearing; Solas who has opened her eyes and given her the confidence to walk in dreams and to see what rests just beyond her grasp. She cannot be grateful enough for his presence at her side, for his tenderness, for the connection they share.
She tilts her head slightly, fixing him with a long look. ]
No, you didn't. But you talk about me and say nothing of yourself.
[ Nasrin uses the grip on his hands to take one step closer, near enough that they are mere inches apart. She tests boundaries, as she did on the balcony, as she did in the Fade, but she will never act without his consent and approval. When she lifts her eyes to meet his face, it is with a smile, because his words mean more to her than he may believe.
She's close enough now, nearly ready to bridge the gap and to kiss him, regardless of who may see them, when she pauses. ]
Then come with me. [ There is a brighter light in her eyes now with some of her burdens as Inquisitor lifted from her shoulders, however temporary. ] There is so much in this world and we can explore it together. We can understand and learn from it, Solas.
[ If she only knew how close this mirrors something she will say only days from now back in Skyhold, beneath the starlit sky in Crestwood, hand in hand with him. ]