It's all she needs. His hand rises out to her, and that tells her as much as his words do.
"Tel banal ar ama." She has meant it the first time, and the second. She would keep meaning it, every time she spoke the words. As many times as it took.
"Freedom? Do you think our love is a shackle upon me, that you must liberate me?" She juts her chin up, Dalish pride and stubbornness dancing across her face. The idea that she would need unchained--if their conversation were not so dire, she would be sorely tempted to pout.
"I am in no bondage, Solas. I am free. This is the path I have chosen, and that I will walk. And this?" She finally closes the distance, takes his hand, squeezing it. Thinner, she thinks. Rougher. She can fix that, as well. "This is strength. This is our strength." Her other hand makes true the wish she carried since she first saw him on that cold street, rising to his face, fingers brushing against that furrowed brow.
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"Tel banal ar ama." She has meant it the first time, and the second. She would keep meaning it, every time she spoke the words. As many times as it took.
"Freedom? Do you think our love is a shackle upon me, that you must liberate me?" She juts her chin up, Dalish pride and stubbornness dancing across her face. The idea that she would need unchained--if their conversation were not so dire, she would be sorely tempted to pout.
"I am in no bondage, Solas. I am free. This is the path I have chosen, and that I will walk. And this?" She finally closes the distance, takes his hand, squeezing it. Thinner, she thinks. Rougher. She can fix that, as well. "This is strength. This is our strength." Her other hand makes true the wish she carried since she first saw him on that cold street, rising to his face, fingers brushing against that furrowed brow.
"Var lath vir suledin."