[ She's quick to return the hug, clinging to him tightly for a few moments, then pulling away, only to be able to give him a kiss. It's a more involved kiss than she usually gives--Almost desperate, almost needy, because everything is getting shaken up, and she wants to remember that she has someone there for her, that if she falls, she can rely on someone else to catch her. Maybe it's foolish--a rare sign of weakness from a woman who seemed determined to convince everyone that she'd arm wrestled the arch demon to death by her lonesome. ]
Andraste's ass, Nathaniel, I thought this place was supposed to be relaxing.
[It's still a little strange to kiss her sometimes, stranger than it is to make love to her, but he doesn't flinch. It doesn't feel like a punishment anymore, but instead like plugging something in to recharge.]
I have some news, at least. I've spoken with him a bit. He's not our Alistair. He is a Warden, not a king. Anora rules alone, it seems.
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Andraste's ass, Nathaniel, I thought this place was supposed to be relaxing.
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I have some news, at least. I've spoken with him a bit. He's not our Alistair. He is a Warden, not a king. Anora rules alone, it seems.