For a time they worked side-by-side in silence, and Lillie wondered if Ordhan truly had simply been compelled to help with the chore rather than seeking any company or discussion. She turned the wooden dishes over in her hands, humming softly under her breath.
The night was deepening, the light growing low and the soft sounds of the night coming to life around them. Lillie remembered sometimes in Rivain the singing night-birds would come and sit outside the window, serenading the patrons of the Lost Night. Not that many appreciated their song, or ever noticed. But sometimes she would hear, and appreciate the simple beauty.
When Ordhan did finally speak she was almost startled by the sound of his voice, and flicked her gaze towards him, lashes half-veiling the blue of her eyes. Strange indeed. It was quite the understatement. All the things that had happened since she'd come to Ferelden again had been unexpected.
"Strange is certainly one way to put it. It has seemed surreal to me." She was quiet a moment, glancing down at her hands as she wiped them dry on the cloth. "You want to ask me why I spoke for her? You were a guard long enough to know that guilt or innocence hardly matters if you go to trial. You bring Azabeth to Denerim and she will be put to death, even if she did not commit the crime."