She hated being in the war room. Being there meant that she was having to listen to reports, and help decide on who to let send people where. All the while knowing that anytime something messed up it would be her fault because she was the one who told the others what to do.
She had been groomed to lead a clan, know the old tales, find the lost artifacts. The Inquisition was… bigger. Like she was responsible for 100 clans, and all of them just went along with her opinion.
It was terrifying.
So she hated the war room, and preferred when she was out in the field because then she could deal with small problems, one on one, and that was much easier to handle.
Too bad that she couldn't be there now.
She bit at the nails of her thumb and forefinger as she studied one of the requests for assistance, only half listening as the others discussed how they would each try to handle the situation. The Teryn of Highever wanted representation for, well, something they were doing to honor the late Divine. She would probably let Cullen send an honor guard. There was no point in listening to the other suggestions.
Thinking to cut off the discussion she glanced up, and her mind went abruptly blank as her gaze landed on her Commander's face.
His eyes were fixed on her mouth and the hand that played there.
It made her smile, a slow grin around her fingers that had Cullen looking up at her and then quickly away.
She heard Josephine saying his name, a question after he hadn't responded to her before, and she had to hold back a laugh as he stuttered a reply.
Well, maybe she had been wrong. Maybe the war room wasn't too terrible after all.