[ She's still flabbergasted enough to just blink at the raven when it speaks, a slight frown drawing between her brows. But then Morpheus speaks, drawing her attention right back again.
As if she could help it; his voice falls on her ears like a silken rasp, echoing in the ancient room as if it belongs only there. Leah clears her throat, feeling her cheeks heat yet again, and she unconsciously tucks a lock of gold behind her ear, more than a little flustered.
Good host that she's learned to be, however, she starts to negate after his comment, opening her mouth to say that he's never an intrusion, she was just surprised to see him here, please forgive her for reacting so rashly - but then he apologizes first, halting the words on her tongue.
Again, she blinks, not quite sure she'd heard correctly. ]
...you? Came to check on me?
[ A strange and sudden warmth floods all through her, corners of her lips turning upwards of their own girlish volition. A heartbeat later, Leah realizes just how horrible she must look; mussed and exhausted from the last few weeks. She hurriedly combs a hand through her hair; she'd refused to rebraid it earlier, not giving the first care to her haggard appearance - despite Josephine's insistences that the Inquisitor must appear refined and poised at all times.
Finally forcing her hands together in her lap, the Herald of Andraste lowers her chin on a soft laugh, oddly warm and...truly touched. He'd come to check on her. Out of all of the Dreaming, out of all of his duties, out of all of his responsibilities, he'd come to check on her.
Like Morpheus, Leah glances up through her lashes, girlish despite the cares and exhaustion marring her youthful countenance. ]
Please, you don't have to apologies. It's not an intrusion, I promise. [ Never could be. Had she been closer, she might have reached out a hand in reassurance. But it's reflected in her voice, regardless. ] That's...that's so very sweet, Morpheus. Thank you, it...it means a lot.
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As if she could help it; his voice falls on her ears like a silken rasp, echoing in the ancient room as if it belongs only there. Leah clears her throat, feeling her cheeks heat yet again, and she unconsciously tucks a lock of gold behind her ear, more than a little flustered.
Good host that she's learned to be, however, she starts to negate after his comment, opening her mouth to say that he's never an intrusion, she was just surprised to see him here, please forgive her for reacting so rashly - but then he apologizes first, halting the words on her tongue.
Again, she blinks, not quite sure she'd heard correctly. ]
...you? Came to check on me?
[ A strange and sudden warmth floods all through her, corners of her lips turning upwards of their own girlish volition. A heartbeat later, Leah realizes just how horrible she must look; mussed and exhausted from the last few weeks. She hurriedly combs a hand through her hair; she'd refused to rebraid it earlier, not giving the first care to her haggard appearance - despite Josephine's insistences that the Inquisitor must appear refined and poised at all times.
Finally forcing her hands together in her lap, the Herald of Andraste lowers her chin on a soft laugh, oddly warm and...truly touched. He'd come to check on her. Out of all of the Dreaming, out of all of his duties, out of all of his responsibilities, he'd come to check on her.
Like Morpheus, Leah glances up through her lashes, girlish despite the cares and exhaustion marring her youthful countenance. ]
Please, you don't have to apologies. It's not an intrusion, I promise. [ Never could be. Had she been closer, she might have reached out a hand in reassurance. But it's reflected in her voice, regardless. ] That's...that's so very sweet, Morpheus. Thank you, it...it means a lot.