A/N: Hello all! Everything here but for the storyline is Bioware's. I've posted this little drabble on my Tumblr account too. Search siwanlavellan if you want to find me.
All the best!
L.G
Misplaced Mistrust
Ensconced within her study, Inquisitor Lavellan sat on the edge of her writing desk, her head cradled heavily in both hands. She was caught in the wake of an unmitigated disaster that not only risked alienating a valuable member of her company but that, in hindsight, was entirely her fault.
It'd occurred barely five minutes back during a meeting with Magister Pavus — a man she trusted on the battlefield with her life and the lives of their companions, and who had done nothing more than express the hope that he might give her a new perspective on his people and begin to heal the damage done by..Well. What she'd gone on to seethe.
"The sinking of Arlathan? More than a thousand years of slavery? Magister, that will take more than you."
This poisonous repost had been spoken with decades of conviction, but the moment it'd escaped Siwan felt a new, unfamiliar dread sink into her stomach that now, in the quiet left after Dorian's swift but polite exit, had her caught between wanting to barrel after him and apologise and patting herself on the damn back.
The proud, mistrustful Dalish in her counselled patting. She'd only spoken the truth, after all. She should have no compunctions, no ill feelings from having done that.
The rest though.. ..the leader..friend..confidant.. ..The rest won.
She was out the door and down the corridor before she'd even drawn breath enough to call out the man's name. Old grievances or no, she couldn't let the past rule her now. She only hoped her apology would stick.