[ A pause. She'd expected this to be some elaborate plan to irritate her, not just...a silly drunken joke. ]
Well, as long as you aren't trying to challenge me to combat. It is a very pretty goat. Thank you for the gift, even if it was born of alcohol.
[ There's another pause, and before they can continue idle chatter. She remembers the last time he left, without warning, without Beleth knowing if he were alive or not. There'd been things she'd left unsaid, that she had the opportunity for, this time. ]
Fate...please be careful in Antiva. For however long you're there. It's a beautiful country, but it can be dangerous. Deadly. I already had to storm one Crow stronghold to rescue someone I cared about, if you make me do it again, I'm going to be livid.
It was stupid what I did. I know all of the drinking in the world is one big distraction, but the most ridiculous thought came into my head. How bad I am at supporting others when it counts.
So my drunken little brain said to itself: you know what Dalish hunters do? They show they can provide. I'm a shit hunter, so I'd better steal a goat.
[ There's a few more attempts at speaking, but she's been caught completely off guard. It's one of the few times Fate has managed to render her completely speechless. It wasn't a prank, an attempt to irritate her, or even a silly drunken joke. It was something genuinely done to support her. ]
Fate--I. Thank you. Truly. That's...incredibly thoughtful. No one's ever given me that kind of gift before.
...I told you that you were a good man. Even when you're drunk.
It’s the first time someone has gone out of their way to give me something that has meaning to me as a Dalish. Who...took the time to think about my culture, and give me something meaningful through that lens.
[ It helps, of course, that Fate already came from a Dalish clan. But she’s aware that his relationship with the Dalish is currently...Complicated. Which just might make it more meaningful, that he paid it heed anyway. ]
It’s fine, Fate. You could always bring me something from Antiva. But you know I’m right about the drinking. I’m not going to tell you that you can’t drink, or even get drunk. But—I spent most of Wintermarch in a buzzed haze. And it solved amazingly few problems. It took a plague to get myself together. I’d rather you not have to deal with one of those.
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Why?
[ It's Fate, which means there was a reason for it. One that probably involved irritating her. ]
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Shame, it wasn't even good rum.
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And why a goat, of all things? I half-thought an Avvar was trying to challenge me. Not that I've irritated any...that I know of.
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It, ah. ...Well, it made sense at the time. I was drunk, isn't that enough?
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Well, as long as you aren't trying to challenge me to combat. It is a very pretty goat. Thank you for the gift, even if it was born of alcohol.
[ There's another pause, and before they can continue idle chatter. She remembers the last time he left, without warning, without Beleth knowing if he were alive or not. There'd been things she'd left unsaid, that she had the opportunity for, this time. ]
Fate...please be careful in Antiva. For however long you're there. It's a beautiful country, but it can be dangerous. Deadly. I already had to storm one Crow stronghold to rescue someone I cared about, if you make me do it again, I'm going to be livid.
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Beleth-- listen.
It was stupid what I did. I know all of the drinking in the world is one big distraction, but the most ridiculous thought came into my head. How bad I am at supporting others when it counts.
So my drunken little brain said to itself: you know what Dalish hunters do? They show they can provide. I'm a shit hunter, so I'd better steal a goat.
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[ There's a few more attempts at speaking, but she's been caught completely off guard. It's one of the few times Fate has managed to render her completely speechless. It wasn't a prank, an attempt to irritate her, or even a silly drunken joke. It was something genuinely done to support her. ]
Fate--I. Thank you. Truly. That's...incredibly thoughtful. No one's ever given me that kind of gift before.
...I told you that you were a good man. Even when you're drunk.
...Which you really should cut down on.
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[More sincerely:] You're... welcome. I sort of wish I came up with something better when I was sober.
[BIG SIGH.] Do I have to?
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[ It helps, of course, that Fate already came from a Dalish clan. But she’s aware that his relationship with the Dalish is currently...Complicated. Which just might make it more meaningful, that he paid it heed anyway. ]
It’s fine, Fate. You could always bring me something from Antiva. But you know I’m right about the drinking. I’m not going to tell you that you can’t drink, or even get drunk. But—I spent most of Wintermarch in a buzzed haze. And it solved amazingly few problems. It took a plague to get myself together. I’d rather you not have to deal with one of those.