Armour

by Rose Tinted Contact Lenses

Series of linked shorts. Morgana Amell and her companions all have their own personal battles - whether it's finding your family, betrayal, or learning to trust. What you don't see in the game, or a different perspective on what you do.

108. Unsavoury

Unsavoury

Leliana

Morrigan is walking with tense shoulders, lips a harsh, straight slash of tension... or disapproval.

At first, she thinks it must be the thin Veil, then she notices where the other traveller's gaze is directed: in a glaring, searing line, at the Wardens in front of them.

"Do you see something unsavoury?" she asks, sarcasm only lightly touching the sentence.

A pause, and Morrigan looks to her, mouth arranged almost in a sneer. "Just as I began to think the mage rational... What does she see in him, I wonder?"

Ah.

Leliana looks ahead of them, where something thick and sad seems to hang between the two Wardens, the pair unusually silent; she remembers Alistair's departure earlier, and frowns.

Then she smiles, and says to Morrigan, "Many things, I think. Love is blind, even to the imperfections you see."

"Yes," the mage says slowly and faux-ponderously. "Well, those imperfections are hardly well-hidden." A small hmph leaves the witch's mouth. "If you say so. I still find it frankly baffling."

Leliana considers for a moment the blunt woman who had rarely left the Wilds, who spoke of her mother's conquests but never of her own loves, and says lowly, "Of course you do."