She'd just mutter something about how she always knew I'd end up like that. I mean, Pel already curbed the 'pregnant out of wedlock' thing, I had to figure out a new way to disappoint her.
Mutter it over my grave, more like. Because she'd kill me if you were lost on my count.
[Or possibly Sorrel would simply die if Beleth went down. cheerful thought! But better, probably, than facing his mother.]
C'mon, you know you're doing well and no one can change that. We're Dalish, after all; struggle is what we're good at. You want to help me make honey-taffy for Sina, to cheer up? I'll let you eat the ugly end pieces.
[ If it were anyone else, Beleth would argue that their life was probably more important than hers. But that's not a debate she ever wants to have with Sorrel, not when they're both so important to the other. ]
Ugly end pieces? You are what you eat, I guess. [ That's a joke on the both of them. ] But that sounds good, Sorrel. Count me in.
...And thank you. For listening. I'm so glad you're here, you know. I don't know who else I could talk to like this.
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[Or possibly Sorrel would simply die if Beleth went down. cheerful thought! But better, probably, than facing his mother.]
C'mon, you know you're doing well and no one can change that. We're Dalish, after all; struggle is what we're good at. You want to help me make honey-taffy for Sina, to cheer up? I'll let you eat the ugly end pieces.
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Ugly end pieces? You are what you eat, I guess. [ That's a joke on the both of them. ] But that sounds good, Sorrel. Count me in.
...And thank you. For listening. I'm so glad you're here, you know. I don't know who else I could talk to like this.