Wrongs
Leliana
She is sharpening her daggers when Morgana sits down beside her with her sword, beginning to do the same; she has that look about her, as if she needs to say something, and Leliana glances at her curiously. Morgana begins, cautiously, "I keep thinking... In the stories, the best kings are always the ones who understand the common people. The... unwilling ones."
She sighs. Ah. Alistair. Why is she not surprised? The man and what's best for him are all Morgana seems to think about these days. A thought comes to her then, and she shakes her head - she is being foolish, has told too many sagas of romance. "Those who grasp for power often cannot hold it," she remarks, shifting slightly.
Morgana nods, and there is something sad behind her eyes as she explains, "I just don't know. I don't want him to have to learn how to lie and smile to people, to be... trapped. He's smart, but he's not able to grasp grey."
"Sometimes, one must do wrongs for the greater good."
"We talked about it once. You know what he said?"
Leliana shakes her head, and she has to smile as Morgana comes out with almost exactly Alistair's occasionally stuttering tones, just feminine.
"'But then all the little wrongs make a larger wrong, and that wrong takes away all the right...' I think he felt a bit stupid, because he stopped then, but I know what he meant. The worst thing is... I agree."
Leliana raises her eyebrows - there is no doubt, the woman is slightly naïve (a life in the Tower does that, she supposes), but she admires what she is trying to say, what she is trying to do: always the right thing.
She wishes she could still believe that, but she has committed so many little wrongs. The thought stays with her as she talks about Denerim, hoping to distract her - after all, she's good at that. "Have you ever worn a dress?"
Morgana seems to balk at the thought of it. "I might have, when I was very young. I... don't remember." She frowns, and her voice is suspicious as she asks, "Why?"
"We simply must take you shopping. Perhaps when we return to Denerim?"
The other woman's expression of horror at imagining this is, she must say, a surprise.