(Hopefully, it doesn't sound quite as relieved as he feels. It's just...good to know Kieran's forming the correct opinion about Orlais. Is all.)
"Smart woman." A beat. "Don't tell her I said that. She'll never let me live it down."
Why not: Alistair pushes himself away from the column and crosses the remaining space to the chessboard. He's still moving a bit gingerly, like he's not quite sure of the relation between his body and the space it's occupying. Or like he's still got a few strained muscles that aren't done healing. Probably both.
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(Hopefully, it doesn't sound quite as relieved as he feels. It's just...good to know Kieran's forming the correct opinion about Orlais. Is all.)
"Smart woman." A beat. "Don't tell her I said that. She'll never let me live it down."
Why not: Alistair pushes himself away from the column and crosses the remaining space to the chessboard. He's still moving a bit gingerly, like he's not quite sure of the relation between his body and the space it's occupying. Or like he's still got a few strained muscles that aren't done healing. Probably both.