She makes a disapproving sound at his mention of 'luck' and presses her lips together, amused but shaking her head. Clearly, he's gone and jinxed it now— but she won't say as much. Especially when he's just about to leave.
"Truly," she says instead, of Wysteria and Tony and their collective ability to keep her worried about them instead of him. She smiles. Adrasteia suspects she'll worry anyway. It's just the sort of stuff she's made of.
There's nothing left to say. No more goodbyes or good lucks or well-wishes. She won't jinx them doubly. "May Andraste watch over you," she says instead, hoping that her prayers are more than just noise in this moment.
She needs him to come back in one piece and alive.
There is no need to contradict her, though it seems that Andraste turned her face from him long ago. This is about Adrasteia, what might give her some small comfort in the face of what they're attempting.
And so here, instead of gratitude, Ellis lifts a hand to cup her cheek. He bends, sets a brief, soft kiss to the crown of her forehead.
"I will see you soon," Ellis promises, as he draws away. Not a good-bye. The same easy thing that might be said if he were riding out to see to a rift, or run an errand in Kirkwall. Soon.
Soon as if he is not going so far.
He takes the reins. It's time to make his way to the ferry, and that promise will have to hold space for him until he makes good on it.
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"Truly," she says instead, of Wysteria and Tony and their collective ability to keep her worried about them instead of him. She smiles. Adrasteia suspects she'll worry anyway. It's just the sort of stuff she's made of.
There's nothing left to say. No more goodbyes or good lucks or well-wishes. She won't jinx them doubly. "May Andraste watch over you," she says instead, hoping that her prayers are more than just noise in this moment.
She needs him to come back in one piece and alive.
just in time to stick a lil bow on this i think
And so here, instead of gratitude, Ellis lifts a hand to cup her cheek. He bends, sets a brief, soft kiss to the crown of her forehead.
"I will see you soon," Ellis promises, as he draws away. Not a good-bye. The same easy thing that might be said if he were riding out to see to a rift, or run an errand in Kirkwall. Soon.
Soon as if he is not going so far.
He takes the reins. It's time to make his way to the ferry, and that promise will have to hold space for him until he makes good on it.