Ah, did you two miss the simmering anger under Beleth's skin, the tension in her shoulders, sharpness in her eyes? Well, even if you didn't, they're all back, as she sits there, stewing in her thoughts for a moment, while Solas and Felassan stew in theirs. It was quite nearly thick enough that she could've dunked her hearth cake in it, if she had the mind to.
It's easy to tell herself that she shouldn't be upset. It's a lot of information for Solas to work through, and she had been the one to drop it in the middle of idle conversation. Was she really going to have another emotional upset when they're trying to talk to someone else and bring the entire mood down? Again?
She can, in this way, bully and shame herself into not actually throwing the tea cup. She decides to put it down, to remove the temptation.
"You know," This is directed to Felassan, voice calm. "I had expected that if things had gone poorly, and I were actually there, stuck in that trap with him, he would have been calling me a wide and interesting variety of names for agreeing to it. And I certainly didn't expect his gratitude in that case, or this one. Though, I must admit, that a single sign of appreciation would have not gone amiss."
She's being unworthy, and she knows it. Unkind, even, and it hurts to treat Solas in such a manner. But she would like to think that she has, perhaps, earned a little bit of sullenness at her situation.
"I'm glad that the two of you are reunited, and that you decided I was worthy of being told the truth--" Here, Felassan is leveled with a look, because she hasn't forgotten your clever little omission of truth, buddy. "--But I have things to do, and I'm sure the two of you have a great deal to catch up on." With all the grace that she can manage, she rises from her chair, and nods politely to both of them.
"Make yourself at home, and be sure to alert me if I need to grab the sticks, after all." She might need to get a third. And with that small attempt at levity, because she does feel bad that she's being a bit of a mood killer, she leaves the library, as collected and calm as she can make herself.
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It's easy to tell herself that she shouldn't be upset. It's a lot of information for Solas to work through, and she had been the one to drop it in the middle of idle conversation. Was she really going to have another emotional upset when they're trying to talk to someone else and bring the entire mood down? Again?
She can, in this way, bully and shame herself into not actually throwing the tea cup. She decides to put it down, to remove the temptation.
"You know," This is directed to Felassan, voice calm. "I had expected that if things had gone poorly, and I were actually there, stuck in that trap with him, he would have been calling me a wide and interesting variety of names for agreeing to it. And I certainly didn't expect his gratitude in that case, or this one. Though, I must admit, that a single sign of appreciation would have not gone amiss."
She's being unworthy, and she knows it. Unkind, even, and it hurts to treat Solas in such a manner. But she would like to think that she has, perhaps, earned a little bit of sullenness at her situation.
"I'm glad that the two of you are reunited, and that you decided I was worthy of being told the truth--" Here, Felassan is leveled with a look, because she hasn't forgotten your clever little omission of truth, buddy. "--But I have things to do, and I'm sure the two of you have a great deal to catch up on." With all the grace that she can manage, she rises from her chair, and nods politely to both of them.
"Make yourself at home, and be sure to alert me if I need to grab the sticks, after all." She might need to get a third. And with that small attempt at levity, because she does feel bad that she's being a bit of a mood killer, she leaves the library, as collected and calm as she can make herself.