[ She opens her mouth to say something, anything. And nothing comes to be spoken. So, picture, for a moment, Cassandra Pentaghast sitting, mouth open, awestruck in her Inquisitor's tent. She closes it suddenly in realizing her look of...probably stupor.
For a moment, a few, sane thoughts cross her mind. This was the Inquisitor, this was Kost, her Quinari Inquisitor, her commanding officer, her---this wasn't morally correct, it couldn't be, but nothing contested these thoughts more in her mind than a simple 'What of it?'
Quite honestly, everything they'd staked could be turning for the worse at this very moment, should she continue, but then again, it couldn't. After looking at him for a long moment, studying what he said, how he looked at her and---Maker, his hands on her face, gentle and warm, she decided that perhaps this would be a good thing; a thing that they both needed, that they obviously, both wanted. There's no tactful way to put it but she wasn't sure she was feeling the moment right. There was an inkling of doubt in the back of her mind, like perhaps she could be wrong about it, about all of this, about what he could possibly mean, and so rash action wouldn't be excused---instead she asks. ]
I DIDN'T GET THIS NOTIF WHY but oh man she's melting what a sap
For a moment, a few, sane thoughts cross her mind. This was the Inquisitor, this was Kost, her Quinari Inquisitor, her commanding officer, her---this wasn't morally correct, it couldn't be, but nothing contested these thoughts more in her mind than a simple 'What of it?'
Quite honestly, everything they'd staked could be turning for the worse at this very moment, should she continue, but then again, it couldn't. After looking at him for a long moment, studying what he said, how he looked at her and---Maker, his hands on her face, gentle and warm, she decided that perhaps this would be a good thing; a thing that they both needed, that they obviously, both wanted. There's no tactful way to put it but she wasn't sure she was feeling the moment right. There was an inkling of doubt in the back of her mind, like perhaps she could be wrong about it, about all of this, about what he could possibly mean, and so rash action wouldn't be excused---instead she asks. ]
...May I kiss you?