It feels like it's been ages since she's been able to be this easy with anyone. Maybe it's Northern charm. Maybe it's Benevenuta being as nonthreatening as humanly possible. Maybe she's weary of being so wound up all the time- she doesn't know. But she is glad for another laugh. "And what if the fennecs should gossip, mm? The trees have ears in those woods."
"Then the fennecs will tell them that in spite of everything, we are not untouchable statues of Andraste," she says, playfully light-hearted. "And the world will end. Cats will lie with dogs and fire will fall from the sky."
A considering beat.
"With slightly more frequency than it presently does."
"The Dalish might begin to wear shoes, dwarves may start to dream, and Fereldans actually begin to produce decent wine. It'd be the end of the world as we know it." She taps the tip of Benevenuta's nose, a teasing, chiding gesture.
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A considering beat.
"With slightly more frequency than it presently does."
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