True, even if Derrica has a beat of uncertainty after she says it. Is it wise? Maybe, maybe not. That's a different conversation, maybe for another night.
Instead, she draws his hand into her lap. Prompts, "Tell me about your magic."
There is such deliberate warmth in her voice. She is determined to be pleased by this, to talk about magic without some shadow hanging over their heads. It should be a thing to celebrate over. It would have been in Rivain, she thinks, and she an do him the favor of bringing some part of that to him here in his little apartment in Kirkwall.
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True, even if Derrica has a beat of uncertainty after she says it. Is it wise? Maybe, maybe not. That's a different conversation, maybe for another night.
Instead, she draws his hand into her lap. Prompts, "Tell me about your magic."
There is such deliberate warmth in her voice. She is determined to be pleased by this, to talk about magic without some shadow hanging over their heads. It should be a thing to celebrate over. It would have been in Rivain, she thinks, and she an do him the favor of bringing some part of that to him here in his little apartment in Kirkwall.