bethen avilla ; the circle mage (bethe) wrote in thedas,
Bethen had slumped a bit in relief at seeing Alden back down, and had begun to lift the hem of her robe to examine her leg; by now it had to be swollen, and she began to remove her slipper to see if she could still move her toes. But she stopped once she realized that Constans was watching her, and let go to straighten out her clothes, even if they were irreparably damaged. She stared back at him coolly, as if what she had said to save him some trouble was no big deal, and shrugged, "It's not...it wasn't entirely your fault."
After all, she hadn't exactly protested their exploration of the cavern, when she should have insisted that they leave as soon as they heard those noises. She was compliant, and that made her something of an accomplice, at least by her guilt-ridden standards. Bethen should have stopped there, kept her level, nonchalant tone, though his sincerity made it difficult to pretend that she hadn't spoken out of genuine concern for him. In a far less confident voice, she continued to explain, "But I didn't think the Enchanter would have been fair to you, given that you-- Anyway, he probably just thinks I'm an idiot. Or I hit my head. I doubt he'll punish us for what happened." That was the benefit of being a practical saint most of the time -- there was always that one chance to get away with murder.
Again, she shrugged at his inquiry into her status, trying not to seem like she was actually touched by his concern, awkwardly conveyed as it was. "I'm...singed. And sore. And I think I sprained my ankle... But I'll live," she smirked. Actually smirked. It was not nearly as common a facial expression on her as it was on him. "What about you?"