bethen avilla ; the circle mage (bethe) wrote in thedas,
Bethen's frown deepened as she watched Thais step around Constans, standing between them as if she was a predator protecting her kill. Her focus on the pair made her oblivious to any notion that they were being watched. The way that Thais had answered the question almost made Beth forget that they weren't in the Tower, that she wasn't stepping out of her place by questioning an Enchanter -- but soon enough, she would be liberated from those boundaries. She would be a Grey Warden, outside of the Circle, with freedom that this woman wouldn't have. The thought emboldened her.
What I need, Beth thought with irritation, is for you to get as far away from him as possible. But those were not the words to come out of her mouth. They were still playing polite; Beth wasn't normally one for confrontation, so she was used to having passive-aggressive exchanges, but she was ready to draw a line if this went further. "I don't think he needs your help, Enchanter," Beth replied in as level a tone as she could manage, then glanced over to Constans. He looked...uncertain. Uncomfortable, maybe. She couldn't really tell these days. "Constans, please tell her that she shouldn't-- that you don't want her to do this." Maybe if the words came from his mouth, she would believe them more.