Author's note: I would like to state for the record that I subscribe to the headcanon that elvhen ears can and do move and can be indicative of their owner's emotions at the time. I also strongly subscribe to the thought that they are extremely sensitive, and indeed an erogenous zone. I haven't had much real opportunity to employ either headcanon until this point, but I will be from now on. Just letting you all know, so you don't look at what you're reading and think, 'Where the hell did this come from all of a sudden?' Now you know. Feel free to ignore or use it yourself, ma nuvenin. :)
She smiles softly, pulling him with her as she stands, "Come, we still have some time before Corypheus arrives for everyone to meet my wolf companion. If you wish to accompany me to the battle tonight, it should be in that form, to keep Corypheus from recognizing you. Let's go to your house and retrieve Atisha."
A smile quirks on his lips, "That is what you wish to call him? It would be appropriate, I suppose, to name him thus."
She chuckles, "It would indeed. Having him along would allow more flexibility in my choices for party members as well, given our current resources."
He opens the door and holds it for her as she passes, following and quietly shutting it behind him, "That much is true. I have often wondered why you only take three companions with you on your journeys; especially when some missions would be better suited for a larger group."
She takes a breath of the cooling evening air, looking up at the full, red moon as she considers his comment, "I am not the Inquisitor. Not yet, at least. The way Cassandra and several others speak at times, it seems likely that will change," she slips a sidelong smile at him, a secret thing between them alone, "And if it does, I likely will bring more companions with me at once. For now, it's simply not appropriate."
He keeps stride with her, "How is it not appropriate? You are their Herald; I am certain they would afford you any personnel you should desire, if you merely asked."
She shrugs, "Perhaps they would, but I do not wish to take advantage of a title that I had no desire for in the first place. If they do name me Inquisitor, it will be because I have earned it, not because it has been bestowed upon me by some nebulously holy power. If that time comes, I will have earned the right to conserve more resources for my own uses on missions. Until such a time comes, I am more than content with my lot."
He nods, "I can see the wisdom in that choice," he opens his door as they reach it, holding it open for her once more with a sly smile, "though I am glad I will be accompanying you as a fourth tonight, regardless of that wisdom."
She grins as she steps in behind him, closing the door herself as she reaches for him. She folds her arms around him and nuzzles into his shirt, molding her body against his gently, "Be careful out there tonight, ma sa'lath. I don't know how much magic they will accept you using in that form, but don't risk yourself needlessly. I couldn't bear it if you didn't escape with the others."
He envelops her in his arms, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, then replacing his lips with his cheek as he rests it on her, "I will use the same powers that I have available to me in my true form, da'fen. It is all Fade magic, so it will be quite acceptable to the form of Atisha. I will not be in any danger. Worry not for me, but for yourself, ma uth'lath."
She leans back, loosening her embrace slightly as she shifts to look up at him, "I will always worry, vhenan. For me, for you, for everyone. It's against my nature to just not worry. You know this."
He smiles, leaning down to capture her lips briefly, then murmuring against them, "I know, ma lath," he moves back a few inches to look at her, his eyes sliding over her features lovingly as he continues, "You worry enough for the entire world. It is one of the reasons you will be Inquisitor. You care about everyone, too deeply, some might say."
Her brow furrows, "Who might say that? I'll be happy to correct them with a stone fist to the face."
He laughs, joy sparking in his eyes, "I firmly believe you would, da'fen, and I would love to see it someday. To answer your question, I believe many of my kin would think you care too deeply for the fate of this world. The ones I speak of certainly cared little for it, in the end. I do sometimes wonder what they would have thought of you, especially as you are now."
She raises a single brow in amusement, "Oh, you mean, now that I'm a true elvhen, ageless as I would have been in Elvhenan?"
He shakes his head, "No, sa'lath, I mean your spirit. You are changed now, different than you were in your past experience of these events; far beyond what changes were made by the lengthening of your life. I think it likely that what they would now see would make them wish to give you a rebirth, to bring you to their side as their kin. You could bring a much-needed new perspective to their ranks; one I believe they might welcome."
She stares at him, eyes wide, too stunned to speak. The persistent niggling feeling from the void of his red lyrium self suddenly flares into a deafening howl of triumph. Even the voices from the Well cannot drown it out, though they are trying to.
She shakes her head sharply, trying to rid herself of the cacophony clouding her mind, her eyes closing tightly as her fingers rise to her temples to rub circles into them, trying to ease the rising ache in her head. Somewhere in the periphery of her existence she can sense Fen'harel's immediate concern for her, but she can't concentrate on it well enough to understand what he's saying or doing. She feels a warmth spread over her face and as suddenly as the howling and pain began, it ends.
She snaps her eyes open, only to close them against the glowing magic pouring from his hands into her skin. She gradually slides her lids open as her eyes adjust to the light, looking past the magic to see the worry written in the lines of his face, the concentration and effort he's pouring into the spell.
Her voice is weaker than she thinks it should be as she asks, "Ma lath?"
His spell dissipates, his hands framing her face with profound gentleness as relief trickles in to intermingle with the worry on his features, "Are you well, vhenan? You frightened me for a moment, is everything alright?"
She slowly becomes aware that she is laying down on his bed. He is perched on the edge of it, looming over her as if he were a healer caring for a sick patient. She brings her hand up to rub her eyes, sighing in relief, then looking at him and nodding, "I am now. I don't... I'm not entirely sure what happened. It's hard to explain."
His already pinched brow furrows more tightly, his lips pressed into a thin line of concern, "Try, if you are able. I would prefer to know what ails you, in case I have to treat it again."
She sighs, unsure of how to describe what she'd felt. 'Absence of divinity,' the voices of the Well helpfully provide. She snorts, the irony far from lost on her, considering what Fen'harel had been telling her.
He sweeps a stray lock of hair off of her brow as she takes a breath to reply, "After your... other self left, I kept getting this feeling of emptiness. The Well is oh, so helpfully saying that it is the absence of divinity," she shakes her head, "In any case, after you told me that the pantheon might want to take me in as their kin, that feeling just... I don't know. Exploded. I couldn't hear or feel anything but it howling in what felt like victory, or elation. It's hard to explain. I've never experienced anything like it."
He tilts his head at the news, regarding her with curious concern, "That is as fascinating as it is worrying. You seemed to be in pain, then you collapsed. I brought you to the bed and tried to soothe what I could, though I am unsure if it helped."
She nods, "It did. There was pain, a lot of it. The warmth from your spell was what made it all go away. I'm not sure how long it would've taken it to calm down without it."
He sighs, finally releasing his gentle hold on her face to reach for her hand, bringing it to his lap and stroking it softly, "You were completely unaware of your surroundings; even when I spoke to you before you fell, there was no response. Was it truly so overwhelming?"
"Yes. I could sense that you were doing or saying something, but I couldn't think past the sound and the pain to focus on it. It was all-consuming."
He sighs, looking down at her hand as if studying it. Belatedly, she realizes that it is the hand her anchor is in, though he isn't looking at her palm. His mind seems to be far away as he speaks, "You bear my magic in your hand, you are my vessel, and your soul recognizes its right to divinity- even cries out in indignation at the absence of it. How I missed all of this before, I will likely never understand. I knew there was something different about you, da'fen, but I should have seen it long before this."
Confusion twists her brows as she looks up at him, "Seen what, Fen'harel? I spoke the truth in that clearing; I really am just an elf with peculiar tastes. Marked I may be, but there's truly nothing special about me, beyond that. I'm sure many could serve as your vessel, I probably just had that vaunted strength of will you keep going on about to help me bear it as long as I did. And are you going to tell me why you're grinning like a madman, or am I left to guessing?"
He chuckles, lifting one hand to cup her cheek as he shakes his head, still grinning, "You are amazing. Humble, protective, caring, fated, marked, beautiful and amazing."
She blinks rapidly, her face flushing at the flow of confusing compliments, "Are you going to explain any of that, or am I still left to guessing?"
He laughs and leans down to kiss her brow, backing off to gaze down at her in open adoration, "Humble, because you see yourself as ordinary, despite the mass of evidence to the contrary. Protective as any wolf is of her pack, which in your case, seems to encompass the entire world. Caring of every single person you ever meet, granting every favor asked, completing every mission, fulfilling every need. Fated to be far greater than you ever imagined. Marked by my magic to become the perfect compliment to my powers. Beautiful because you are, more than you know. Amazing because you are every one of these things and more, and I am humbled and transfixed by all of it."
Her heart feels like it's beat its way into her throat and lodged there permanently, so rather than attempt words that would only be strangled, she reaches up and pulls him down to her, sliding her fingers into his hair to grip it at the base of his skull as she assaults his lips with hers. She holds him there, though he seems more than willing to be her prisoner as he growls a moan that she swallows, then returns as he slides a finger gently up and down the top edge of her ear, teasing her mercilessly.
His teeth capture her bottom lip as he brings his other hand up to join its twin, employing it in the exact same manner on her opposite ear, making her squirm under him as her libido races to keep time with her heartbeat. He ends the last upward trek of his fingers with a soft pinch to the tips of her ears as his teeth slide off of her lip, the combined sensations making her gasp a small, plaintive sound. He brushes his lips along her throat, then comes to rest with his brow upon her chest as he takes a steadying breath.
Her breaths are panting out of her at a rapid pace, her fingers still tangled in his locks; though her grip is weakened now. His hands have come to rest at the sides of her neck, and he cannot possibly have missed the wild thrumming of her pulse there. He lifts his head from her chest and gives a dark chuckle, shaking his head and smiling as he kisses her once more, sweeping one hand up over her brow as the thumb of his other hand feathers over her pulse point.
"I can hear your heart beating its way out of its cage, ma lath. Perhaps you should let it out, before it breaks out."
She half-growls, half-groans in response, "You. It's you that does this to me. Is it any wonder that my heart tries to break me when you torture me so?"
"Torture?" he asks, his voice practically purring as he does, "If what I do to you is torture, then you should show me what you would prefer."
She glares at him, then sits up, tucking her feet under her and rising to her knees, tightening her grasp on his hair and jerking him to the side as she leans in next to his ear and growls. She flicks her tongue out to bring his ear lobe into her mouth, suckling, then nibbling on the edge as she releases it when she starts to hear him growling in response.
"It is torture," she pauses, dragging her teeth gently along the top edge of his ear until she feels him shiver, "that I never wish to end."
She nips the tip of his ear, a breath shuddering out from his lips her reward, and she releases him, easing back on her heels to look at him with a sly smile, hands in her lap.
His fists are balled tightly into the bed cover, knuckles white with effort. His eyes glare at her as if she is the source of all evil, his short breaths hissing through clenched teeth. She lets her gaze drift down to his breeches, the front tail of his shirt the only saving grace that somewhat covers the erection so obviously tenting the fabric. Her eyes return to his, her smile turning smug as she leans back and brings her knees up, hugging them loosely to her chest.
She really shouldn't tease him. But she simply cannot resist, not after an entire year of him teasing her in a similar fashion, "Problem, vhenan?"
His eyes narrow even further, his jaw flexing and his ears lowering and drawing back as an angry growl escapes him.
She hums as she pretends to consider the situation, "Hmm, I would help you with that," her gaze flicks down to his bulge, then back up, "but I'm not sure I like that tone. Also, there isn't time, sadly."
That, at least, seems to register with him. He closes his eyes and centers himself, taking several deep breaths as he slowly eases his death grip on the cover, his jaw beginning to relax. His ears remain lowered, but they finally move away from their taut, tense position against his skull. None of this does anything for his still painfully obvious erection, but he does seem calmer overall, at least. With a final, somewhat defeated-sounding sigh, he slouches, looking down at himself with annoyance. He includes her in his annoyance with a sidelong glare, followed quickly by an eye roll and a frustrated sigh.
She chuckles and slides off the bed, leaving a kiss on his cheek on her way up, "Emma abelas, vhenan. Do you need a moment to yourself? It'll have to be quick if you do."
He utters one final sigh as he shakes his head, his voice slightly strained as he speaks, "No. The fur will hide it, mostly. And changing will diminish it. Hopefully, at least."
She bites her lip to force the smile off her face and keep herself from laughing as the image of him giving up and humping her leg as a wolf comes unbidden to her mind. The thought that she'd deserve such an embarrassment at this point is the only thing saving her from bursting into laughter, despite her efforts.
He casts his spell and turns into the wolf she is so familiar with, easing off the bed and settling in front of her with a huff. She leans to the side for a look, which he huffs again at, fidgeting from one foot to another under her scrutiny.
"It's... not too obvious, anyway," she concludes, grimacing slightly. It isn't as bad as it could've been, but it's still visible. A plaintive whine alerts her to his discomfort, and she realizes she's staring, perhaps a bit too hard.
She clears her throat and turns to the door, flushing in embarrassment, "Right, I uh... right."
Taking a deep breath, she reaches for the door and swings it open, the cool night air calming the blazing heat on her cheeks and ears slightly. She notices she doesn't feel the chill as much as she used to, still feeling perfectly comfortable in her light armor, despite the fresh snow that wets her foot wraps. Perhaps it is a side effect of the magic that restored her immortality? She cannot help but wonder at it, though she keeps her thoughts to herself for now. Fen'harel had never seem discomforted by temperature extremes either, so perhaps it did have to do with that ancient magic. She tucks it away in the list of questions she will eventually ask him, when there is time to breathe.
The Chantry is warm, and the soft candlelight reflecting off of the time-darkened wood seems to add to the welcoming warmth of the place. Her toes dig into the carpets as she walks toward the small gathering of her advisors and a few of her companions near the war room. Blackwall and Varric are there, as is Sera. She hovers behind Cassandra, who rolls her eyes at the girl's obvious nervousness, but puts up with it anyway. She does understand it, even if she doesn't particularly share it. Josie, Leliana, and Cullen are all in attendance, as expected.
A quick glance confirms that Fen'harel's fur is now hiding whatever is left of his issue, at which Lavellan breathes a silent sigh of relief.
She approaches the gathering with confidence now, giving them a smile and nod of greeting, "Well hello, I didn't expect this many to show up."
Varric is the first to reply, happy to tell a tale when he can, "Curly ran into me on the way to tell Ruffles, and he filled me in, so I told everyone else. I let Tiny know, but at the mention of the wolf being a spirit he declined in no uncertain terms. He's jumpier than Buttercup over here. And of course, The Iron Lady outright refused on the basis that," he raises his fingers to air quote, "'Mages should not associate with demons, even ones that are supposedly allies'. She also wasn't too hot on the idea that you'd adopted it in the first place. Sparkles was halfway into a bottle of Vint-1, and I couldn't find Chuckles. Must've run off to dream in some corner or something. So, everyone you see here is everyone that was willing and able."
She nods, giving them all smile, "Well thank you all for coming, then, and thank you for letting everyone know, Varric."
"My pleasure. I admit, I'm more than a little curious myself. I'm guessing this is it?" he asks, gesturing to Fen'harel, who sits quietly at her side.
"Yes, this is Atisha. Everyone, Atisha; Atisha, everyone. Well, mostly. We're missing a few members, as you heard, but..." she introduces them all by their proper names, Fen'harel nodding at each one, "And of course, you've already met Commander Cullen."
Fen'harel adds a wag to this particular nod, giving a panting smile as he relaxes.
Cullen chuckles, reaching out to let 'Atisha' smell him once more, then petting his head gently, "It's friendlier than I would've thought, if I'm honest."
Lavellan smiles, "Well, it is a spirit of peace, after all. If it wasn't friendly, I would say there was something wrong."
Sera peers out from behind Cass' shield at Fen'harel, her eyes narrowed as she cautiously asks, "So wot's 'e do, other 'n be a big, fluffy, wolfy thing? I mean 'e's a magical spirit... thingy, right? So's 'e got any special.. I dunno, powers or somethin'?"
Lavellan smirks, "You realize it can hear and understand you when you speak, Sera, right? Just because it can't speak back in this form doesn't mean it can't hear you."
Sera shudders, shrinking slightly more behind Cass' shield than she already was, "I ain't talkin' to that thing! I'm not gonna get taken over by some spirit... thing. You talk to it. I's your thing anyway, not mine."
Cass intervenes with reason and calm, "Though I cannot believe I am saying this, I must agree with Sera's curiosity. What can this spirit do, besides bite and claw? Are there any magical abilities to look out for?"
Lavellan sighs and raises an eyebrow at her furred companion, who looks at her and nods. His eyes glow blue for a moment, then the same blue haze covers the entire group in a barrier spell. He quickly turns in a circle and the barrier is dispelled. He nuzzles Lavellan's hand and she disappears into the Fade, only to appear a second later on the other side of him. He licks her hand and suddenly it is her eyes that glow, as his voice caresses her mind gently, 'Tell them that is all the peaceful spells besides healing that I offer in this form, if you would, vhenan.'
She blinks, a shiver rolling down her spine as the spell fades, "Atisha... wishes to say that aside from healing, that is everything it can do which is peaceful enough to show you right now," she directs the rest of her statement to Fen'harel, "And that was a new trick, you never told me you could do that one."
He huffs in a wolf's imitation of a laugh, directing a panting grin at her.
She shakes her head and sighs, ruffling the fur on his head affectionately.
When she looks up, everyone is staring at her.
"What?"
Josie is the first to speak, "I believe what we are all wondering is something along the lines of, 'What in the name of the Maker just happened?' How did you know what it wished to say? We didn't hear anything."
Before Lavellan can answer, 'Atisha' blinks into the Fade and out of it next to Josie, nudging her hand with his nose as her eyes glow the same as Lavellan's had. Josie gasps, covering her mouth as she looks down at the wolf by her side.
"It... said, 'I mean none of you any harm. This is the only way I can truly communicate in this form, and I mean to prove to all of you that I can be trusted. I only wish to help your cause of peace in this world'. It also asks that you hold your hands out so it can greet all of you in the same fashion. I must say, it is... a truly fascinating and slightly disturbing experience."
Nobody moves at first.
"Oh, for Andraste's sake," Cullen sticks his hand out.
'Atisha' moves slowly to the outstretched hand, looking to the others surrounding him and sitting, waiting patiently.
Blackwall is the next to offer his hand, followed shortly by Cass, Leliana and Varric.
Sera shakes her head behind Cass, "Nuh-uh. I ain't lettin' that thing touch me. I'll stay right back 'ere, thanks."
Fen'harel huffs a sigh, then gently nudges each outstretched hand in turn.
As the glow fades from his eyes, Cullen chuckles, "It just said, 'hello'."
Nods and confirmation follow from the other affected parties, though Leliana remains quiet with a small smile on her lips. Lavellan raises an eyebrow at this, but says nothing about it.
Instead, she smiles and looks around at the gathered party, giving a small bow of gratitude, "Ma serannas, my friends. Thank you for coming. Now, I suggest we all go and enjoy the festivities while there's still night left to enjoy them in!"
A round of agreement is uttered and they begin to filter out, Sera keeping at least one person between her and 'Atisha' the entire way.
Leliana halts Lavellan with a hand on her arm, signaling with a finger over her own lips as Lavellan turns to speak. She waits until everyone is gone, then lowers the finger.
She speaks in hushed tones, "Atisha told me something interesting. He's Solas?"
Lavellan blinks and looks down at Fen'harel, who nods his confirmation, then shakes himself to free him of the wolf form.
"You told her, then? I must say, I'm surprised, vhenan."
He smirks, "She would have found out at some point. It is better for her to find out this way, to avoid any complications later."
Leliana smiles, "You are correct on that count. You know, you're the third mage I've met with shapeshifting abilities."
Lavellan quirks an eyebrow at this, "Third? I knew about Morrigan, but who was the second?"
Leliana gives a short laugh, "The Hero of Ferelden, of course. She was a Dalish mage of no small talent herself, even before she met Morrigan. Morrigan said the Hero reminded her of someone else she had also shared her talent with; it was part of the reason she was willing to teach it again, as I understand it. I'm curious where you learned it though, Solas."
He smirks, "One can learn many things whilst traveling both the wilds and the Fade, if one keeps an open mind."
Leliana shakes her head with a smile, "You sound exactly like Morrigan. She claimed to have learned it simply from observing animals. I always wondered who it was she had taught before she met the Hero; she would never say. She must've been fairly young when she did it; she spoke of it as if it happened long ago."
Lavellan coughs, flushing slightly, "That... would be me."
Leliana blinks, surprise gracing her face, "What? You? Am I to understand that I'm surrounded by shapeshifters now? What forms can you take?"
"I uh..." Lavellan chuckles nervously, "It's actually the same shape you saw Solas take. He copied my wolf. The original idea was that we would accompany each other while alternating our forms, but we decided it was best to just stick with him doing it, since nobody ever really seeks him out besides myself. Much easier to keep up the ruse that way. Here, I'll show you."
She falls onto her paws and sits, looking up at Leliana and fidgeting all the while.
Leliana looks down at Lavellan, her face clouded with scrutiny for a moment, then lifting into a smile as she looks to Fen'harel, "You did an excellent job copying her, Solas. May I see it again for comparison?"
"Certainly," he nods and falls in beside Lavellan, the two twins looking up at Leliana.
She stares down at them with a small amount of wonder, "Maker, that is remarkable. Can either of you take on any other forms?"
Lavellan shakes her head, but Fen'harel nods, shaking off the wolf and returning to his elvhen form, Lavellan following in his wake.
"I can, though none of them are quite as versatile as my wolf."
"You mean her wolf. It is copied off of hers, is it not?" Leliana gently contradicts him.
"Ah," he glances at Lavellan with a tiny smirk, "yes. True enough."
Leliana looks between them, eyes narrowing, "What am I missing here? It is her wolf, is it not?"
Lavellan intercedes, "Yes, it is. He was a remarkably quick learner; it only took him a few minutes of careful study to copy it almost exactly. A few adjustments had to be made, but it is now a perfect copy in nearly every way."
"Nearly? It looked exact to me," Leliana folds her arms across her chest, eyebrow raised in confusion.
Lavellan blushes, "Well... we're not the same sex, obviously. But that's the only difference."
Realization dawns on Leliana's face, "Oh! Of course, how stupid of me," she chuckles, "Well, this has been entertaining. I'm assuming you wish these abilities to remain a secret, since I am only now learning of them?"
Lavellan nods emphatically, "Yes, please. Dorian knows, but I would greatly appreciate it if nobody else knew the truth, for either of us. It's not that there's any particular danger in others knowing really, it's just... a personal preference for both of us. It won't interfere with anything, I promise."
Leliana nods, regarding them both evenly, "True, I can see no reason why it would. Very well, I will be happy to keep your secrets. You say Dorian knows? I am rather surprised that you would share it with him, since he is such a new ally. Quite untested, in fact."
Fen'harel speaks up, "Fen'da'len came to know Dorian rather well in the alternate red lyrium future, from what I understand. She trusts him, as do I. He does not seem the sort to betray a trust, once given."
Leliana nods, though she retains her skepticism, "Hmm. Perhaps you are correct, but I will continue to watch him carefully. He may seem honorable, but he is from Tevinter. There is no telling what plans he could have, considering the venatori cult we've been hearing so much about lately. He could very well be one of their agents."
Lavellan shakes her head, "No, I don't think he is. Watch him if you must, but I really don't think Dorian is that duplicitous."
Leliana sighs, "While I trust your judgment, Herald, you'll excuse me if I still keep a wary eye trained on him, just in case. It would be foolish to simply dismiss the possibility that he could be a spy, given his background."
Lavellan inclines her head, "As you wish, Spymaster. You've taken good care of us all so far, I trust your abilities."
"Thank you, Herald," she smiles, "Now, I believe there were festivities mentioned earlier; I believe I might partake a bit myself. If you'll both excuse me."
Lavellan and Fen'harel both give small bows, though Fen'harel is the one to speak, "Of course, do enjoy yourself."
"Why thank you, I shall," Leliana chuckles and saunters past them, then out through the large oak doors of the Chantry hall.
When she is out of earshot, Fen'harel turns to Lavellan and murmurs, "How soon?"
She sighs, "Soon. Within an hour or so, I'd say. I need to get out there, Cass will want to speak to me before it happens. Join me as Atisha. When Cass approaches me, it will happen in moments."
He nods, catching her arm as she starts to move toward the doors, "Wait, ma lath, I-"
He shakes his head and gives up trying to voice his thoughts, pulling her to him and cradling her head with his hands as he crushes his lips to hers.
Her small noise of surprise is muffled by his mouth, her arms belatedly remembering to wrap around him as she tilts her head and deepens the kiss, threading her fingers through his hair greedily.
He breaks the kiss, resting his brow against hers as he strokes his hands up and down her back, "Ar lath ma, vhenan. Em'an hellathen nadas'halam. Garas, el'enasalin sahlin'su."
The voices of the Well whisper their fluent translation: 'I love you, my heart. Now we must struggle nobly to the end. Come, our victory happens now.'
She leans back slightly to look at him, "Tel'halam, vhenan. El dareth'en atisha'an." 'Not the end, my heart. We journey to a place of peace.'
He smiles, uttering a small laugh, "True enough, ma sa'lath. Dareth shiral."
She grins at him, "Ar lath ma, uth'lath. Dareth shiral."