[ She hadn't been sure how he'd react, if he even would have much of a reaction at all, considering how... strange their circumstances are. He spends a good amount of time mulling it over, she knows, and can hardly hold it against him. Things are complicated, more so now than ever, and she tries to ease the knots in her stomach as she waits. At least it's only a bit of philosophy, and not... say, a declaration of feelings for him. ]
Thank you. [ The Warden replies after what he says, finally smiling, looking a little relieved. ] That means a lot.
[ While it's true that she doesn't exactly want to be likened to Aedan, it's more so that she wants to be her own person in all this, when so many people deny her identity or tack on a title that she hasn't earned. In Robyn's eyes, she isn't Warden-Commander or Hero of Ferelden, but she is a Warden. She's Robyn Cousland, Grey Warden, and... whatever her future holds, she can believe in that fact alone.
She seems to deflate a little with a sigh, settling in to his grasp, leaning against him in turn and resting her head against him. In the distance, her knife finally falls to the ground out from where it'd been stuck in the training dummy. ]
I still say I wouldn't be a very good Commander. [ She speaks up again after a pause, but she's smiling, almost amused. ] I'm not serious enough.
[ She draws out the word, wrinkling her nose as if she finds the idea of such a level of seriousness displeasing. ]
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Thank you. [ The Warden replies after what he says, finally smiling, looking a little relieved. ] That means a lot.
[ While it's true that she doesn't exactly want to be likened to Aedan, it's more so that she wants to be her own person in all this, when so many people deny her identity or tack on a title that she hasn't earned. In Robyn's eyes, she isn't Warden-Commander or Hero of Ferelden, but she is a Warden. She's Robyn Cousland, Grey Warden, and... whatever her future holds, she can believe in that fact alone.
She seems to deflate a little with a sigh, settling in to his grasp, leaning against him in turn and resting her head against him. In the distance, her knife finally falls to the ground out from where it'd been stuck in the training dummy. ]
I still say I wouldn't be a very good Commander. [ She speaks up again after a pause, but she's smiling, almost amused. ] I'm not serious enough.
[ She draws out the word, wrinkling her nose as if she finds the idea of such a level of seriousness displeasing. ]