[ He lets his hand fall away, letting her decide what she was comfortable with, but it doesn't wipe the sorrow from his face. Or the hint of confusion.
He doesn't know the whole story from their world - how could he, with their Warden in the Deep Roads and Alistair on the throne. But he'd learned things from Stroud, when dealing with what they believed was an Archdemon at Adamant. When dealing with Corypheus' seeming immortality. Things Morrigan told him, things Flemeth had hinted at. He might not know the whole story, but he knew how to read between the lines when his companions tended to be vague. Which was a lot, actually. He'd put broken, jagged pieces together to form a semblance of an idea of what had happened. As unbelievable as it had been. But how was this any more unbelievable than the rest of what they'd gone through. One more impossible being when Brennan was finding he was surrounded by more than he'd ever thought possible. He shakes his head now, unsure how to bring it up, or how much to say.
Perhaps he shouldn't say anything at all? If the choice is already made...
He looks to Dorian, and ultimately holds his tongue. It would do no good to let on that there had been another option if it is already too late. And Kieran is not his secret to reveal. Even if he feels a deep sense of guilt at keeping this from her when she was being honest with them. ]
No, it's not in you to let someone else take the risk in your place. I can't say that even surprises me. [ He gives her a fond look, though still saddened. ] Or that I could disagree with it, though I want to, if only to spare you this.
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He doesn't know the whole story from their world - how could he, with their Warden in the Deep Roads and Alistair on the throne. But he'd learned things from Stroud, when dealing with what they believed was an Archdemon at Adamant. When dealing with Corypheus' seeming immortality. Things Morrigan told him, things Flemeth had hinted at. He might not know the whole story, but he knew how to read between the lines when his companions tended to be vague. Which was a lot, actually. He'd put broken, jagged pieces together to form a semblance of an idea of what had happened. As unbelievable as it had been. But how was this any more unbelievable than the rest of what they'd gone through. One more impossible being when Brennan was finding he was surrounded by more than he'd ever thought possible. He shakes his head now, unsure how to bring it up, or how much to say.
Perhaps he shouldn't say anything at all? If the choice is already made...
He looks to Dorian, and ultimately holds his tongue. It would do no good to let on that there had been another option if it is already too late. And Kieran is not his secret to reveal. Even if he feels a deep sense of guilt at keeping this from her when she was being honest with them. ]
No, it's not in you to let someone else take the risk in your place. I can't say that even surprises me. [ He gives her a fond look, though still saddened. ] Or that I could disagree with it, though I want to, if only to spare you this.