The Desk Of Knight Commander Norrington

[judgemewhole]

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[judgemewhole]

He kisses the top of her head, curling her up close. One corner of his mouth twisted slightly, before he sighed. "Do you know that a Seeker is about to marry a Grey Warden mage? In the Free Marches, by Orlesians. Things will change. Besides, I loathe fancy parties."

He rested his forehead against her hair, "Beyond that, I'll rise up from my grave as a terrible wraith if they try to take a copper from Sina. She gets a future, damn whomever says otherwise." A pause, a longer one, and a heavy sigh. "There is no future for Knight Commanders who keep taking lyrium like I do, Pel."

[mythalenaste]

That's what she needed to hear. Her head rests against his shoulder and she releases a long breath. And nudges him.

"You have lots of future left. Plenty of old farts still serve as proper Templars."

[judgemewhole]

He smirks at the nudge, then nudges her back.

"Well, then I shall be a proper old fart, your daughter will have diamond tiaras if she wants them, and you can throw your own fancy parties if you want to. Just don't invite that jackass. I won't be able to resist clobbering him properly in the nose."

[mythalenaste]

A comforted smile. But it's a wan one, because she still wants Val's friendship. She still wants Val around and Val-ish and weirdly wonderful in his vain, cocky way. It's still nice to hear her boyfriend offering to slug someone who hurt her.

"Thank you," she decides is the appropriate response.

[judgemewhole]

He kisses the top of her head, before giving her expression a long contemplative review. He squeezed her shoulder, leaning his cheek against her hair.

"I am sorry, Pel. Can I do anything, besides be here for you?" He has learned he cannot fix Pel's problems - although right now he feels the desire to do so. He supresses that urge, waiting for her to speak, to tell him what she needs.

He's not a slow man, but there are still some things that he knows he has to really learn. Pel's independent spirit would not be helped by him butting in without being invited in to help.

[mythalenaste]

As far as she is concerned, he has been invited to help. And she looks somewhat distressed when he asks.

"I...I don't know. I don't know. I can't. I can't...dictate to you how to comfort me. I don't have those words. I've always been forbidden those words. I can't think for both of us when I'm already thinking too much on my own."

[judgemewhole]

He pauses, before gently picking her up in his arms. "I think we need to go to a place where you can clear your head. Sina's garden is coming along nicely, don't you think?"

Get her out in the fresh air, closer to the earth. She always found it calming before. He carries her the whole way there, only putting her down when her bare feet can touch the grass and she can soak in the night air of the garden and the plants as well as the soil.