Ellana took a small sip, smirking at Hawke all the while. This was definitely a more fun track for the conversation to take than it could have. “She may already know.” She looked away for a moment, a bit sheepishly. She wasn’t really out to wreck anyone’s world but she hadn’t been subtle with her Keeper when she’d shown back up. She also might have gotten a bit pissed because her god damn hand hurt and because it wasn’t exactly fun to have your face and sternum tattoo’d. She might have been a little… harsh with her words. “I may have been… a bit of a bitch with my clan. I mean, they didn’t believe me that the Elven gods were… well, just old elf immortal mages with… really ridiculous levels of power.” She cleared her throat softly, “Don’t think they took to well to being told that vallaslin were actually slave markings. I probably could have kept that one to myself…” She really probably could have, but it would have been lying. She didn’t think it helped the Dalish to lie, she certainly didn’t think it helped endear them to Fen’Harel, who was clearly a threat whether she wanted to admit it or not. Though, still one better not… thought about in that context.
She barely took a breath before laughing openly, clearly not pleased with all of her actions and more than pleased to talk about the tawdry stuff over things she couldn’t do jack shit about from here. “Well it definitely wasn’t bad sex, if that’s what you’re asking.” She grinned wickedly, absolutely keen on herself for the little reference. “I also didn’t actually know for most of it and uh… I did sort of punch him? Like, right in the jaw… mostly for being a jackass. But also for lying to me. Also for being a broody fuck who was all wah, I can’t.” She huffed, a bit bitter, but it was the damn truth.
Oh yeah this all required a few more drinks. For all of the shit that Hawke had gone through, Ellena had had it much worse. It was almost like the universe, at large, had decided to take a shit on her. “Alright, that’s...a lot.” She took another sip of the glass and sighed, not really sure where to start on all of that or even if her advice had been welcome. She’d certainly said ‘fuck off’ to anyone who’d thought to offer any ‘helpful advice’ after the whole Chantry thing. Still, it might be worth the try. “First of, if a god manages to have bad sex then sorry to say he’s not really much of a god. Even if he’s sort of a really powerful mage. Secondly if he was all ‘I can’t’ then yeah all the more power to you for punching him in the nose. Honestly men, or women, who do that I just...don’t understand. Like it’s great to have sex but any responsibility in a relationship and it’s suddenly ‘I can’t’?” She rolled her eyes, offering her opinion without words.
“Secondly your clan is assholes for not believing you. What, like you made it all up? Whatever story you tell yourself, or what you tell others, inevitably someone, somewhere, will get it wrong. It’s just nate. People add, or subtract, according to what they feel is right. So yeah I am all for you telling them that vallaslin is slave markings. That sort of thing is important. And I can’t say if Merrill Knows. It’s possible. She all but made her own clan, and she had her own opinions on things. But she’d have listened. She knew Asha'Bellanar for fuck’s sake. Had a rapport there, Merrill has no stones to throw there. For whatever it’s worth I know she’d believe you.” She paused. “Fenris too for that matter. Plenty of Magisters who think themselves gods, besides Corypheus.”
She paused and considered her glass, “And I’m very drunk right now.”