[ He stops, for the look on Zevran's countenance, and his expression softens into something both gentle and almost sorrowful.
He can't say that Leliana confides in him really... but at the same time, as she prayed in the tent outside the Chantry... that had seemed as raw and honest a moment as any. And though Lasulahn had held no answers for her, he had done his best. Though, he had spoken with her about the Divine, too, hadn't he? Perhaps he is merely reserved in his thoughts of Leliana's opinion of him because of her demeanor. Lasulahn is wary of humans, of nobles and Templars, but even now, he clings to the kindness that he has always held.
Even as Zevran switches topics, Lasulahn is quiet, watching. Finally, he disregards the change in subjects long enough to answer him properly. His voice is soft, quiet for their proximity and sincere, and he leans a little in his earnestness. ]
You can always ask for anything, Zevran, yourself or otherwise. I don't know if I hold much sway with Leliana, but I promise you this: I will do all I can.
[ He has steered her from severity in punishment already, spoken gently with her about her loss in the Divine. Lasulahn knows that the Inquisition of the past was a brutal thing, and he does not want that to repeat. More than that, though, he cares for those that are, somehow, under his command. Individuals. It is something that perhaps he taxes himself with more than some would advise, but it keeps a humane element to an otherwise dark and thankless task. To do things any other way would feel unnatural, wrong to the Inquisitor.
He offers Zevran a tiny smile, and returns to the topic of dancing, too. ] It depends- the dances I mean. There are only a few. And quite lively, most of them. [ Dances to be done in celebration and festival, with drums underlining the other instruments, providing a pattern for the steps. ]
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He can't say that Leliana confides in him really... but at the same time, as she prayed in the tent outside the Chantry... that had seemed as raw and honest a moment as any. And though Lasulahn had held no answers for her, he had done his best. Though, he had spoken with her about the Divine, too, hadn't he? Perhaps he is merely reserved in his thoughts of Leliana's opinion of him because of her demeanor. Lasulahn is wary of humans, of nobles and Templars, but even now, he clings to the kindness that he has always held.
Even as Zevran switches topics, Lasulahn is quiet, watching. Finally, he disregards the change in subjects long enough to answer him properly. His voice is soft, quiet for their proximity and sincere, and he leans a little in his earnestness. ]
You can always ask for anything, Zevran, yourself or otherwise. I don't know if I hold much sway with Leliana, but I promise you this: I will do all I can.
[ He has steered her from severity in punishment already, spoken gently with her about her loss in the Divine. Lasulahn knows that the Inquisition of the past was a brutal thing, and he does not want that to repeat. More than that, though, he cares for those that are, somehow, under his command. Individuals. It is something that perhaps he taxes himself with more than some would advise, but it keeps a humane element to an otherwise dark and thankless task. To do things any other way would feel unnatural, wrong to the Inquisitor.
He offers Zevran a tiny smile, and returns to the topic of dancing, too. ] It depends- the dances I mean. There are only a few. And quite lively, most of them. [ Dances to be done in celebration and festival, with drums underlining the other instruments, providing a pattern for the steps. ]