[ She listens, as she has always listened to him, with a quiet, attentive interest. No, it does feel different now. It's hard to compare it when she's cuddled so warmly against him. And his voice is so solemn.

She stills as he speaks, a sudden feeling like ice in her veins as the story is revealed to her. Not from his revelation, but because she already knows. And he does not know that she knows. With a lurch in her heart, she is certain that she can't share how she was told. To tell Solas about the regrets that Rook saw-- that she had helped collect the regrets. She could not bare it. Cowardly, for he would surely find out from Rook eventually. But she is not brave enough to hurt him.

Still, she can't feign the surprise. Instead, she pulls away enough to get a better look at him (and press another kiss to his cheek). ]

You could not stand Varric trying to turn Cole away from his nature as a spirit. To turn him mortal. You thought it cruel.

I find this Benevolence cruel to do the same to you.

[ She does not bother to hide the genuine dislike from her voice. Mythal. She had stolen so much from Lavellan's beloved. She should've had some words with that sliver when she dared to show her face. ]

Wisdom fits you far better. Is that what you would prefer being called? Dirthara?