Coan Bryland ; the ferelden noble (coan) wrote in thedas,
Coan watched at Noa continued to examine the templar, sniffing around his gauntlet and looking up to him as if she expected more than air. During their trip, he often kept a supply of Mabari Crunch on him, so it was likely she was looking for a late night snack. When he heard Bethen's request, he turned back to her quickly, excitement clear in his expression as he forced himself to keep his voice down. "Oh, of course! That's a fantastic idea. I'll feel better writing to someone other than my mother all of the time." Or Gisela back in Denerim. "I hope, though, that I wont have to write them." He admitted as they continued toward the door. "I'm expecting to see you there once we've made it back east."
Nodding to the armored man as he was greeted, he looked between him and the mage, frowning a bit before shaking his head. "If she's lost track of time, it's my fault. Really." Whether or not he was doing his job, Coan felt as if he was talking down to her, and, in his opinion, she hadn't deserved it. If he hadn't interrupted her earlier, she may have been gone by now, and from what he could tell, curfew hadn't passed just yet. "She was only entertaining my curiosity, like any good hostess. I do apologize."
He ignored the templar's goading as Beth said her goodbye, nudging Noa gently with his leg as a growl rumbled in her throat. "Alright, Noa. Off to bed." She quickly hid her aggression with a yawn and rolled her head in Beth's hands before heading down the hall, back toward their room. "It's possible that my party will be gone before you receive your news in the morning, but I hope it is good news. Don't lose too much sleep over it," he said with a smile before inclining his head a tinge and excusing himself down the hall behind the Mabari.