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Alistair (gryphonshield) wrote in theconsolelog,

Ah, so modest. Alistair did miss his friend, he hadn’t smiled so much in a very long time. He took a seat adjacent from where she had been studying tomes, similar to what Morrigan had been doing. Though the witch was likely more looking into doing magical things. Elissa was trying to find more information, Alistair had been scouting and keeping watch.

“I don’t know, that’s what I meant about the vague implications without explanation. It isn’t as if she’s included either of us in her werabouts up until now.” He let his hands drift into the air with a shrug. When was Morrigan not frustrating. “She’s just happy not to be running from her mother anymore—I guess that means she’s content here for now. I don’t know. I can’t tell with her.”

The next question gave him pause, frowning and blinking up at her. “Um, no? After the Blight you went to rebuild the Wardens in Ferelden while I went to get rid of the remaining Darkspawn. Until you left on your journey the only women I’ve spoken to are the other Wardens we trained or the townspeople in passing...what does that even mean, workings of a woman’s mind? Does that even apply to Morrigan?”