[For what must feel like the very first time since they began speaking, Wysteria takes a real moment to pause and deliberate. She reviews the contents of the survey, and the sum of all her notes, and then finally after a very long beat declares:]
No, I suppose that is all. But please do inform me should you find any gray hairs or anything of the like. I am dreadfully curious. And simultaneously very pleased for you, of course! I hope for however long you are here that the time may be spent more pleasantly than endlessly chopping off heads or the like. It imagine even that must have eventually become quite dull.
[joke’s on you wysteria he’s into that shit But preference aside he's also lived too long mired in his own old habits. Branching out at this point would only be less of a comfort and more of a dread. To that extent...
It’s relief that sees him fit his helmet back into place, the sound of some narrow beat of tension diffusing for it.]
I would appreciate it if you would speak nothing of my appearance, Lady Poppell.
[He decides a single second later that it isn’t worth the trouble, correcting that belief: instead moving to offer her one last deep, formal bow. So long as she’s willing to keep matters to herself, he’s not one to complain regardless. ]
Deeply appreciated, Lady Poppell.
Call upon me should anything further arise where my services or experiences might prove beneficial. I would be remiss if I did not lend my aid to those who now stand as allies in this war.
[Shoving his survey to one side, she offers him a bright smile. Overly serious men have such a funny charm about them.]
The thought is of course entirely reciprocal, Ser. Should you have any questions or require my assistance, you are most welcome to call on me. —Oh, but Miss Poppell is quite all right. I assure you I am no Lady, in Thedas or otherwise.
I would disagree, but I concede to your request all the same.
[Said as his head lingers at that humbled angle for just a moment longer— and then he rights himself without any further ceremony. His departure as simple as the matter of his arrival, leaving her to finish seeing to her duties in peace.]
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No, I suppose that is all. But please do inform me should you find any gray hairs or anything of the like. I am dreadfully curious. And simultaneously very pleased for you, of course! I hope for however long you are here that the time may be spent more pleasantly than endlessly chopping off heads or the like. It imagine even that must have eventually become quite dull.
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joke’s on you wysteria he’s into that shitBut preference aside he's also lived too long mired in his own old habits. Branching out at this point would only be less of a comfort and more of a dread. To that extent...It’s relief that sees him fit his helmet back into place, the sound of some narrow beat of tension diffusing for it.]
I would appreciate it if you would speak nothing of my appearance, Lady Poppell.
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Quite right. The secret of your youthful complexion is quite safe with me, Ser Knight.
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[He decides a single second later that it isn’t worth the trouble, correcting that belief: instead moving to offer her one last deep, formal bow. So long as she’s willing to keep matters to herself, he’s not one to complain regardless. ]
Deeply appreciated, Lady Poppell.
Call upon me should anything further arise where my services or experiences might prove beneficial. I would be remiss if I did not lend my aid to those who now stand as allies in this war.
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The thought is of course entirely reciprocal, Ser. Should you have any questions or require my assistance, you are most welcome to call on me. —Oh, but Miss Poppell is quite all right. I assure you I am no Lady, in Thedas or otherwise.
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[Said as his head lingers at that humbled angle for just a moment longer— and then he rights himself without any further ceremony. His departure as simple as the matter of his arrival, leaving her to finish seeing to her duties in peace.]