[She considers this--and also using her mouth to keep the hair separate, though she dismisses that idea immediately--as she lets go of Fitcher's hair and starts again.]
[Try number two at holding Fitcher's hair and keeping it all separate: somewhat successful. She gets a strand crossed over without mixing it all up. Now to try to do it again, but backwards.]
[There are lies or half truths she might tell now. But what is the harm in it? If the man in question one day is found with a knife between the ribs, it might be prudent to have some unconnected party aware of the alleged depths of her affections.]
He is the Ferelden gentlemen who makes such a nuisance of himself on the crystals, the head of Diplomacy - Messere Rutyer.
[ Which means, she suspects, tell me what you think of Messere Rutyer. She has to consider it before she can find words for it. ]
He wished to know who made my claws. He believes in justice.
[ And she doesn't dislike him, exactly, but something in the way he speaks makes her feel uncertain. (Though if Fitcher enjoys his company, that's a significant point in his favor.) ]
Does he? I've never been in the position to observe that particular quality in the man.
[She flattens her hands absently on the blanket before her, studying her fingernails and the dry skin of her knuckles. Maybe she will ask Barrow to find her some Cowslip oil.]
[ She's braiding again, come to the end of Fitcher's hair. Another pause, as she gives her work a critical look, and then she starts to undo it all. It was successful only insofar as she completed the plait. Eventually, she says the thing she's been thinking all this time. ]
[ Before she starts again, she combs her fingers through Fitcher's hair. It might be plain and coarse, but Laura likes it. It smells right. Comforting, even. ]
[She says it automatically, and only after think it's honest.]
There is something pleasant to knowing there is always something to be done in the day, and that it will be done in the company of interesting people. And you?
My husband died, and I have been following my employment since and never saw fit to remarry. Children would have been-- not inconvenient, but certainly a complication. Though I had lots of brothers and sisters, and I like them very much. There is nothing quite like holding a baby.
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He kisses me. When I want him to.
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Who is he?
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Are you familiar with the Ambassador?
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I am not sure.
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It isn't terribly important.
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[Try number two at holding Fitcher's hair and keeping it all separate: somewhat successful. She gets a strand crossed over without mixing it all up. Now to try to do it again, but backwards.]
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He is the Ferelden gentlemen who makes such a nuisance of himself on the crystals, the head of Diplomacy - Messere Rutyer.
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[ She says it unenthusiastically, and then says nothing more. The braid continues slowly,messy and too loose but not snarled. ]
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Do you disapprove?
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You should kiss who you want.
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He wished to know who made my claws. He believes in justice.
[ And she doesn't dislike him, exactly, but something in the way he speaks makes her feel uncertain. (Though if Fitcher enjoys his company, that's a significant point in his favor.) ]
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[She flattens her hands absently on the blanket before her, studying her fingernails and the dry skin of her knuckles. Maybe she will ask Barrow to find her some Cowslip oil.]
Was this to do with your business in Nevarra?
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[ She's braiding again, come to the end of Fitcher's hair. Another pause, as she gives her work a critical look, and then she starts to undo it all. It was successful only insofar as she completed the plait. Eventually, she says the thing she's been thinking all this time. ]
I do not know if I like him or not.
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To be honest, I don't know that I do either. Which is why he only kisses me when it appeals to me.
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That is the only time you should let someone kiss you.
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[She settles back around, content to continue to be experimented on.]
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Do you like Riftwatch?
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[She says it automatically, and only after think it's honest.]
There is something pleasant to knowing there is always something to be done in the day, and that it will be done in the company of interesting people. And you?
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[ No hesitation, no pause after to consider. ]
We help people.
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[A pause. She doesn't turn her head.]
How comes the plait?
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[Somehow, it looks off-center. Is it possible to make a plait that tilts too far to one side?]
Do you have children?
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I think I would have liked to. But no.
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