[ He listens, quiet and intent on his companion. He does not share that Leliana has let slip some of the same of what Zevran tells him. Friends though the two may be, it is not Lasulahn's place to divulge. But the advice? He will keep that close to his chest. He is faithful to the Dalish gods, pays service to them in the old ways - what remains of them, changed and diminished though they may be - but equally so, he does not know what happened in the Fade. He does not know if some divine hand guided him in all this, and he does not disparage the faith of another.
If he could provide some hope to her, in some way, that was alright, wasn't it? Without compromising or denying either of their faiths? It's something he resolves to think on. At the very least, he can be a friend, as much as she might allow, and the rest can come later.
He extends his hand, placing fingertips lightly in Zevran's palm. ]
Those with steps, some? There are bits apart, and some together. [ He sounds a little unsure of himself. He doesn't have much experience to know what would be considered more or less contact. The dancing he saw in Haven had been brief and spontaneous, born of mirth rather than custom. ]
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If he could provide some hope to her, in some way, that was alright, wasn't it? Without compromising or denying either of their faiths? It's something he resolves to think on. At the very least, he can be a friend, as much as she might allow, and the rest can come later.
He extends his hand, placing fingertips lightly in Zevran's palm. ]
Those with steps, some? There are bits apart, and some together. [ He sounds a little unsure of himself. He doesn't have much experience to know what would be considered more or less contact. The dancing he saw in Haven had been brief and spontaneous, born of mirth rather than custom. ]