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The Lady
Leliana
Peaceful discussion, after what they have done? She stares at the wolves in disbelief, but Morgana looks them in the eye and nods.
Morgana looks around at them, then turns and begins walking after the wolves; Alistair puts a hand on her arm, causing her to trip, and tries to suppress a smile at the curse she utters. Then he says something; it's quiet, but Leliana catches something about the Veil being thin here.
She remembers her Chant studies. The Fade barrier?
Morgana nods, and mutters, "I'm aware." Something crosses her face then. "Do you find it... uncomfortable?"
He looks at her in concern, then seems to consider it. "A little. I hear it's worse for mages."
"It seems mages get the short end of the stick. Again. Doesn't surprise me at all." Morgana sighs, then speeds up, her footsteps abruptly halting as she enters a stone room.
Leliana enters shortly behind her, walking to stand at her side and seeing why she stopped. She has heard such things in the tales, but...
This is Witherfang, and yet, this is their Lady? It - she - appears to be some kind of wood spirit, and her greeting is gentle, her words soft.
Leliana swaps a look with her friend, and the message is clear - the same - for both of them.
Words of compromise, gentle suggestions - they cannot, will not, trust any of it. She has enough blood on her hands to know better.