She remained there for the time being, hearing the quiet murmurs and the smiles -- while she couldn't see them the way she was positioned, she could detect them in his tone. The moment, whatever had seized her to act so impulsively, to feel so much anger and expelled it the way she did, faded quickly enough. Gently, she moved away from him, extricating herself from around the circle of his arms to rake her fingers through her hair. She didn't appear embarrassed... she was so used to condescension from her superiors that she was never the type to be such easily. However, she wasn't one to linger in the bad places sorrow or anger tended to pull one in whenever the circumstances were right for it.
Deidre took a deep breath and straightened her spine. Just like that, it was as if the earlier few minutes never happened. When she returned her gaze to Aurin, it was level and somewhat amused.
"She did," she confirmed readily. "As for Rick being a better templar...it can't be helped. He's wanted to be one for as long as I could remember. You didn't exactly share the same desire he did, from what I understood." She slid her hands in her pockets. "But you're right. That's what friends are for."
Her lips pressed together, that same vestige trace of unhappiness evident. "You must be worried sick about her, too. Doing this. Becoming a Grey Warden and pitted against an Archdemon. The Order's so secretive, you have to wonder what actually goes on in their Joining. I know I do. Especially now."
She lifted her shoulders in a shrug. "I guess all we have to do now is wait. I...should talk to him after he gets out of there. This'll just eat at me if I don't. And I'm sure...you're anxious to talk to Beth after, too." She smirked faintly, though whatever joviality that might have been recovered from earlier had faded yet again. "What parallels we make, Aurin. Forced to stay out of it while significant portions of our respective childhoods move on to grander and deadlier destinies."
The priestess sighed after that, rubbing the side of her face. "Anyway. It calls for a drink, I think. Want to sneak in the kitchen with me? Maybe we can find some good whiskey or something."