It's not that I'm incapable of dressing myself, says Alistair, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. It's that I'm fairly sure I'm incapable of dressing myself in a way that doesn't scream "you're all terrible and I want to run screaming from this entire charade."
Josephine lifts an eyebrow.
Inquisition company excluded, that goes without saying, he adds hastily. And...look, this is important to Cullen. And the rest of you, I know, but --
Alistair, I understand. There's something underneath Josephine's smile that Alistair can't quite put his finger on. It's entirely possible he's imagining it. We'll find you some options.
He exhales a sigh of relief. You're the best. Thank you. I'll -- be over there. Somewhere not here so you can keep up your work. Right. Yes.
Fortunately, he's able to make his exit before the babbling gets too much worse. Retrieving his laundry, he heads for the springs.
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Josephine lifts an eyebrow.
Inquisition company excluded, that goes without saying, he adds hastily. And...look, this is important to Cullen. And the rest of you, I know, but --
Alistair, I understand. There's something underneath Josephine's smile that Alistair can't quite put his finger on. It's entirely possible he's imagining it. We'll find you some options.
He exhales a sigh of relief. You're the best. Thank you. I'll -- be over there. Somewhere not here so you can keep up your work. Right. Yes.
Fortunately, he's able to make his exit before the babbling gets too much worse. Retrieving his laundry, he heads for the springs.