[She nods and lets him go. Instead of following him to the kitchen, crowding him, she remains seated on the bed and looks around. She feels more out of her element than she's ever been before, even back at camp with Alistair. At least then, she could give them the excuse that they were children, that they thought they would die any day, and that it was, eventually, fleeting.
But she can't say that here. She's had two years to miss Zevran, months to articulate her feelings for him.
Elissa stands and paces the length of the room, arms crossed, gnawing at her bottom lip in thought. She's not backing out. She can be patient. But it almost seems so juvenile, the two of them fumbling over words and talking to one another as if they're both children courting for the first time.
...In essence, she supposes they are.
She laughs quietly, gazing about the small room, tidy and uniform, and shakes her head.
What are we even doing?
Scrubbing at her forehead, she finally relents to at least take her outer jacket off and set it aside. For now, she won't be needing it.]
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But she can't say that here. She's had two years to miss Zevran, months to articulate her feelings for him.
Elissa stands and paces the length of the room, arms crossed, gnawing at her bottom lip in thought. She's not backing out. She can be patient. But it almost seems so juvenile, the two of them fumbling over words and talking to one another as if they're both children courting for the first time.
...In essence, she supposes they are.
She laughs quietly, gazing about the small room, tidy and uniform, and shakes her head.
What are we even doing?
Scrubbing at her forehead, she finally relents to at least take her outer jacket off and set it aside. For now, she won't be needing it.]