Chancellor Roderick marched out of the makeshift war room in high dudgeon, muttering about thugs, washed out chantry sisters, and blasphemers. The two templars who came with him to arrest the false heralds of Andraste looked to the seeker then bowed their heads. They would follow her orders.
The tension brought by the chantry brother when he barged in the middle of the council introductions dissipated and the occupants of the room breathed a sigh of relief. The ambassador gave a small smile to everyone then made a notation on the paper mounted on her clipboard with the gravity-defying candle. Commander Cullen relaxed his hand on the pommel of his sword while he and the Nightingale rearranged the small tokens on the map toppled by the Seeker's over-enthusiastic thump of the Writ of the Divine. The lady herald tried to muffle a snort as Trevelyan whispered something to her.
Probably about the chancellor's rat face. Which the Seeker Pentaghast heard and she looked sharply at them. They straightened their stances and tried to look innocent. They failed. But the seeker hid her own grin.
They went back to the interrupted introductions and the Thedosians were abashed that they did not even asked for her name before. Not in the dungeons, nor during the trek up the mountain. Not even during the interrogation. She just grinned cheekily and told them in no uncertain terms that she would not be answering to my lady, herald, lady herald (which in the months to come would be unavoidable and she would get more monikers besides). She gave them her name and her assurance that she would stay to help.
The name eased something of Leliana's doubts, for she recognized it and asked for pardon for not recognizing her before. She tilted her head and asked why she would be known, a question echoed by the others. The Nightingale waved her hand vaguely and told of a young woman walking into the University of Orlais to demand access to the library. She needed to cross-reference the findings she made with some ruins in the Emerald Graves. Leliana's little birds made a side note. The professors thought her a green, upstart scholar.
Mollified by some information of a previously unknown person, the meeting proceeded.
And she only paid half attention to what was said, contemplating on the little projects she had going in her cabin and the letters she had to pen. She would wait for her strength to return before sending them. Slowly but surely.
She was drawn back to the discussion when she was asked if she was alright with staying in Haven while Luscious went to the Hinterlands. Oooh, non-dictators asking for her opinion.
She will stay.