[ Leah also rises when her guest does, supposing now that he's done what he came to do he'll be returning to his own endlessly busy realm. She's too preoccupied in straightening her tunic into some form other than rumpled to notice the exchange between master and avian, thus the Dream Lord's voice and the sound of the book snapping closed bring her back to attention.
And with his words, just like that, all of her weariness, all of those burdens come flooding back, overtaking that curious warmth that had settled low in her stomach upon seeing him again. The girlish delight begins to fade and her eyes soften, a tired smile curving her mouth as she gives a single nod of agreement. ]
...so it seems. [ Orlais is still reeling from Celine's death. Ferelden is little better, what with nobles rallying their troops to assist in the never-ending attacks of demons, darkspawn, and any disgusting cretins seeking to profit from either. With a small rueful chuckle, she lifts her hands, gazing at her palms, the Anchor glinting brazenly at the attention. ]
I honesty don't think my hands are large enough, Dream. [ She lowers the right, raises the left. ] Even with this thing in my palm. [ But she once more fights against the feelings of hopelessness, inadequacy, the fear that she's inevitably going to fail. Her fist clenches. Then she gives a little laugh, although there's a tiny bit of hysteria in the sound. ]
We definitely do, but I've no idea where I'd find one. We've gathered as many hands as we're able beneath our banner, but I'm still terrified they won't be enough. Not against this darkness. My advisors are scrambling, trying to find more allies, but there aren't many apples left in the barrel.
[ But she doesn't want to get once more mired in her woes; she'd retreated down here to escape all of that. If only for a brief moment. And Morpheus quite likely doesn't want to hear her whining; he definitely doesn't deserve it. So Leah clears her throat, shoves her hair back, and puts on a small smile, blinking at her visitor to see him looking back her as if she might suddenly lunge forward and bite him.
Then she realizes what he's just said, and her expression becomes a little sheepish. ]
I know, I've hardly been able to sleep lately, things have been so busy, and we've been on the road for weeks it seems, and...
[ Then she realizes what he's just said. Her expression devolves into puzzlement, a frown between her brows, coupled with just a hint of that earlier girlish sweetness. ]
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And with his words, just like that, all of her weariness, all of those burdens come flooding back, overtaking that curious warmth that had settled low in her stomach upon seeing him again. The girlish delight begins to fade and her eyes soften, a tired smile curving her mouth as she gives a single nod of agreement. ]
...so it seems. [ Orlais is still reeling from Celine's death. Ferelden is little better, what with nobles rallying their troops to assist in the never-ending attacks of demons, darkspawn, and any disgusting cretins seeking to profit from either. With a small rueful chuckle, she lifts her hands, gazing at her palms, the Anchor glinting brazenly at the attention. ]
I honesty don't think my hands are large enough, Dream. [ She lowers the right, raises the left. ] Even with this thing in my palm. [ But she once more fights against the feelings of hopelessness, inadequacy, the fear that she's inevitably going to fail. Her fist clenches. Then she gives a little laugh, although there's a tiny bit of hysteria in the sound. ]
We definitely do, but I've no idea where I'd find one. We've gathered as many hands as we're able beneath our banner, but I'm still terrified they won't be enough. Not against this darkness. My advisors are scrambling, trying to find more allies, but there aren't many apples left in the barrel.
[ But she doesn't want to get once more mired in her woes; she'd retreated down here to escape all of that. If only for a brief moment. And Morpheus quite likely doesn't want to hear her whining; he definitely doesn't deserve it. So Leah clears her throat, shoves her hair back, and puts on a small smile, blinking at her visitor to see him looking back her as if she might suddenly lunge forward and bite him.
Then she realizes what he's just said, and her expression becomes a little sheepish. ]
I know, I've hardly been able to sleep lately, things have been so busy, and we've been on the road for weeks it seems, and...
[ Then she realizes what he's just said. Her expression devolves into puzzlement, a frown between her brows, coupled with just a hint of that earlier girlish sweetness. ]
...did...did you...miss me?