I would like to understand how magic might complicate wounds. Fire burns, yes, but is that all magical fire does? ( A hypothetical question. She just means it as an example so he may know what she's asking of him. ) But it is not your job to help me figure these things out. I would just appereciate speaking to you sometime about any personal insight you may be able to provide me.
( As for the next part, well. She can't help an amused smile and some sympathy for the man sat across from her. He strikes her as a helpful, earnest sort, the kind whom Abelas wouldn't take well to. Identity politics aside, Senren seems too nice to survive someone like Abelas. She's sure she's just felicitous enough to have gotten on his good side by chance: she was able to make a good first impression on him, and she was able to hold some interest for him by striking him as a curiosity with her technology confused for magic. And, ironically, it doesn't actually hurt that she's human. She's more distant from some of the more personal complications. )
Recently you learnt, when you to met him? I must admit, it can't be easy to be in the presence of a conscious part of your history, who knows the truth of what actually happened. But I don't think it can be easy for him either. His world is gone, everything has changed, and yet his duty is the same. It must be confusing for the both of you.
But that doesn't matter. You have told me enough. I shouldn't have made you think of such unpleasant things before sleeping. Perhaps it would be better if I were a spirit? ( Smiling again, but she is genuinely remorseful. Stirring up such thoughts is unkind. ) Let us speak of something more pleasant. The Dalish are a nomadic culture, you said? How's your oral tradition? Do you have any good stories? It would be a privilege to hear one.
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( As for the next part, well. She can't help an amused smile and some sympathy for the man sat across from her. He strikes her as a helpful, earnest sort, the kind whom Abelas wouldn't take well to. Identity politics aside, Senren seems too nice to survive someone like Abelas. She's sure she's just felicitous enough to have gotten on his good side by chance: she was able to make a good first impression on him, and she was able to hold some interest for him by striking him as a curiosity with her technology confused for magic. And, ironically, it doesn't actually hurt that she's human. She's more distant from some of the more personal complications. )
Recently you learnt, when you to met him? I must admit, it can't be easy to be in the presence of a conscious part of your history, who knows the truth of what actually happened. But I don't think it can be easy for him either. His world is gone, everything has changed, and yet his duty is the same. It must be confusing for the both of you.
But that doesn't matter. You have told me enough. I shouldn't have made you think of such unpleasant things before sleeping. Perhaps it would be better if I were a spirit? ( Smiling again, but she is genuinely remorseful. Stirring up such thoughts is unkind. ) Let us speak of something more pleasant. The Dalish are a nomadic culture, you said? How's your oral tradition? Do you have any good stories? It would be a privilege to hear one.