And that was...Well, it wasn't the exact story he'd expected. Iomhar's not sure if the fact magic was more indirectly involved than he's been told about has helped or not. The fact is thinking of the action all the same...
He shuts his eyes again, his forehead tensing just a little, though he doesn't move, just takes it in and tries his hardest to make this about Tevinter, back when he'd been newly married or what he'd seen magisters trying.
"I'm sorry." he finally manages. "Sounds a rough thing to...shuir it'd be best I shut my damned mouth for a while, eh now?"