There's a pink in his cheeks that can't quite be attributed to the cordial, given that he hasn't even finished his small cup.
Lasulahn wonders if he'll ever reach the day where fighting the Red Templars is not a horrifying experience - he doubts it.
"Well- yes, but, you've done much for Thedas already, no one could blame you for sitting this one out." There's something that tugs at his emotions in the offer, enough that his voice wavers just a little as he continues. "But, if you're truly of the mind to join me, you are more than welcome. I would be very glad for your company. I know you know- and I don't mean to be condescending- but it is always dangerous, and if you don't want to risk your life, that's alright." Lasulahn cannot bear to think of losing any of his companions, least of all if they're not of firm conviction in their decision. He manages a weak laugh. "At least every day is different. Bears, apostate mages, Red Templars, demons and dragons as you said..." Lasulahn gives a hapless shrug. "The occasional startled nug."
Maybe it's that Zevran is an elf, in a way that neither Sera nor Solas is an elf. He is closer now to both than at the beginning, and Solas in particular, but Sera disavows her "elfiness" while Solas seems to loft himself above his own, as though he is of a different breed than both city elf and Dalish. Zevran simply... is. And perhaps it's a selfish sentiment, when so many people are suffering, but it's nice that Zevran asked about him. It's something of a comfort that he acknowledged the Inquisitor's troubles without reminding him of everyone else's troubles in the same breath. (And, not the least of reasons: Zevran's flirting makes him feel special without feeling pressured. It is welcome, and not overbearing. Maybe flirting is common for the rogue, Lasulahn reasons, but it's nice nonetheless.)
Finding the remainder of his cordial suddenly quite interesting, Lasulahn mumbles, "Thank you, even just for offering."
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Lasulahn wonders if he'll ever reach the day where fighting the Red Templars is not a horrifying experience - he doubts it.
"Well- yes, but, you've done much for Thedas already, no one could blame you for sitting this one out." There's something that tugs at his emotions in the offer, enough that his voice wavers just a little as he continues. "But, if you're truly of the mind to join me, you are more than welcome. I would be very glad for your company. I know you know- and I don't mean to be condescending- but it is always dangerous, and if you don't want to risk your life, that's alright." Lasulahn cannot bear to think of losing any of his companions, least of all if they're not of firm conviction in their decision. He manages a weak laugh. "At least every day is different. Bears, apostate mages, Red Templars, demons and dragons as you said..." Lasulahn gives a hapless shrug. "The occasional startled nug."
Maybe it's that Zevran is an elf, in a way that neither Sera nor Solas is an elf. He is closer now to both than at the beginning, and Solas in particular, but Sera disavows her "elfiness" while Solas seems to loft himself above his own, as though he is of a different breed than both city elf and Dalish. Zevran simply... is. And perhaps it's a selfish sentiment, when so many people are suffering, but it's nice that Zevran asked about him. It's something of a comfort that he acknowledged the Inquisitor's troubles without reminding him of everyone else's troubles in the same breath. (And, not the least of reasons: Zevran's flirting makes him feel special without feeling pressured. It is welcome, and not overbearing. Maybe flirting is common for the rogue, Lasulahn reasons, but it's nice nonetheless.)
Finding the remainder of his cordial suddenly quite interesting, Lasulahn mumbles, "Thank you, even just for offering."