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[dalishious]

And deal with obnoxious nobles all day? I'd rather stick my head in a beehive.

[ The Game remains as foreign and distasteful to Merrick as some of the things humans called food at dinner-- Too rich, arranged on the plate in some fancy design as if it weren't about to be chewed into paste.

He grumbles, rubbing his face against her chest, to better show his disdain for the idea. ]

Do you feel better?

[arlathvhen]

I'll talk to the nobles, you stab the nobles.

[ She laughs again, petting his hair. Yes, she feels your disdain, Merrick. It's terrible to handle.

Briefly, she wonders what it would be like, playing that Game--It sounds exciting in a strange, terrible way. She wasn't ready, but hadn't she been practicing her entire life for something like that? But now wasn't the time to pontificate on her potential to lie to stupid nobles. ]

Yeah, I do. Thanks, Merrick.

[ She gives him a kiss on the top of his head, then hesitates. He's so kind to her, helps her, and how rarely does she help him, aside from dragging him away from people? When she speaks, her voice is low, and serious. Intent. ]

Merrick, if this is what you want to do, this Inquisition, then I'll do it. I came this far with you. Wherever you go, if you want me there, I'll go too. I swear it to you, on Mythal's name.

[dalishious]

[ Whatever she thinks about their relationship, he feels no such thing. Beleth helps soothe the fire inside him more than anyone else, even when she doesn't even realize she's doing it. He loves her, and he wishes she'd believe that instead of doubting herself all the damn time.

When she makes the promise, he doesn't argue with her. He'll respect any decision she makes with her full heart like that. He rubs his hands up and down her sides. ]

You know I'll never leave you either.

[arlathvhen]

[ She curls up against him, pressing little kisses to his cheek and his jaw as her arms loosely loop around his waist. She does doubt herself, she doubts herself constantly, but Merrick...makes her feel better about it. She didn't feel like a pale imitation of someone else.

Maybe she soothes that fire because she takes a little bit of it inside of herself. ]

I know, Merrick. You're a good man. One of the best.

[ She rests her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. ]

Not that I'm biased.