"..." Well that probably explains the hand. Possibly. Adelaide hobbles to the nearest table to lean a hip against it and get weight off her bad leg, staff set aside for the moment. "Technically-"
And healers do thrive on such technicalities. "He is no longer an abomination. He is, however, under the jurisdiction of the Wardens as he is one of their conscripts. The Advisors deferred to Marian Hawke's previous judgement of him in leaving him alive- and the Wardens mind him."
None of that is terribly comforting- and none of that helps with the hand. She extends her own, lips twisted in sympathy. "We abide by the judgement of the Advisors. He is watched, he is kept from the young, and he does not live in Skyhold proper."
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And healers do thrive on such technicalities. "He is no longer an abomination. He is, however, under the jurisdiction of the Wardens as he is one of their conscripts. The Advisors deferred to Marian Hawke's previous judgement of him in leaving him alive- and the Wardens mind him."
None of that is terribly comforting- and none of that helps with the hand. She extends her own, lips twisted in sympathy. "We abide by the judgement of the Advisors. He is watched, he is kept from the young, and he does not live in Skyhold proper."