It is another lonely night, there is nothing in the darkness, and she is alone in sleeplessness. Bethany's mind wanders to her brother's request, the nerve of him! She rolls over, her last position being uncomfortable. Not even thinking of the logistic of the child's creation, thoughts race preventing her from slumber. The child would no doubt be a mage! A mage child...raised by an apostate and his lover...hardly a safe environment for a child. With how mages are viewed in the vast majority of Thedas...
Hadn't her family been happy? At least they were happy before father, mother, and Carver passed. They had been on the run, always so very careful not to be discovered, but happy. She smiles as a small tear trails down her face. Yes the good certainly outweighed the bad when the family was all together. The loss of so many loved ones...she knew how much protecting the family meant to her brother, and how he took their mother's death as a personal failure. Underneath his bravado and masculine facade, Bethany knew Issac's fragile emotions.
"Maybe he does need this." She sighs aloud before shaking her head vigorously. A voice in her head persists in nagging. It would make him happy. He's given up so much for her. She'd get to be with Anders again...Bethany bit her lip at the thought. Anders was often on her mind after...yes after one of Issac's other ideas. He had shared his lover before, suggested it even, and was present throughout. Yet he holds no bitterness, nor jealousy towards her. Issac had always been strange like that with her. As children sharing toys with her and not Carver, letting her have the last cookie, letting her pick the games they played even if he didn't want to have a girlie tea party. He never has asked for anything from her.
"Andraste's ass!" Bethany curses, hating how her brothers suggestion is the only thing she can think about, and how her mind is slowly justifying it. She rolls over again trying to get comfortable. It is going to be a long night once again.