[ Robyn, of course, looks impossibly young, the same girl who'd run forward with an unfamiliar sword, striking a blow that only one other on the field knew would be fatal. She blinks, trying to suss out what Leliana might mean... and remembers all she'd learned and heard about the woman from the Inquisition years. ]
Do you know who I am? [ She asks finally, frank. There's no use in drawing all this out if it's going to be painful by the end, anyway.
Oren stays still when Leliana begins petting him, though his back half wags furiously with the clear happiness of it all. ]
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Do you know who I am? [ She asks finally, frank. There's no use in drawing all this out if it's going to be painful by the end, anyway.
Oren stays still when Leliana begins petting him, though his back half wags furiously with the clear happiness of it all. ]