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[staysail]

[Well, when she puts it that way... The story is known to Darras and as he's remembering it, he remembers, too, the day she told it to him. That strange feeling of belated concern and anger, for something that happened beyond his control. Something that Yseult got herself out of--but she got into it because of her work, because she was ordered to do something dangerous, which in of itself was no problem except she could have been killed, and for what--]

I will.

[She chose the Inquisition, because she believed in it. So. Darras plucks at a loose thread on the sleeve of his coat and twists at it.]

This mean you're worried for me, then?

[hassaran]

Of course not. [ she is almost smiling, just the slightest bit. he'll hear it. ] Why would I be? You're lucky.

[staysail]

Still nice to be worried about.

[hassaran]

[ she sighs, audible. not upset, just a little tired and a little sad. quieter. ]

I wouldn't have asked if I didn't.

[staysail]

[Wait, no, that was the wrong reaction--]

That was meant to be a joke, y'know.

[hassaran]

Oh. [ she rewinds it in her head, plays it back again ] It's harder to tell when I can't see you. These crystals are amazing, but strange.

[staysail]

Are you saying you want t' see me?

[And, before she can really answer:]

Also a joke.


[Kind of.]

[hassaran]

I'm saying goodnight, Darras. [ she makes sure to sound amused, because she is and to soften the sting of saying anything but 'yes' ] Come back safe.

[staysail]

[It still does sting, a little. Or else, he doesn't know what to do with the feeling, or how to read it. Does it sting? Does he care? Did he want her to invite him back?

Yes, yes, and yes. Of course yes. Hopelessly yes.]

Lucky. [In case she needed the reminder.] You take a charm with. Keep yourself safe, too.

[hassaran]

I will. [ She lingers a moment, then cuts off the message. ]