[ To Lasulahn, to teach Zevran a dance of his people is something intimate, to be shared between friends. And, in payment for learning an Antivan dance, an exchange of cultures. Zevran is an elf, and of Dalish heritage aside. Lasulahn cannot think of anyone who might deserve it more. Zevran will hold it close. The elf trusts his companion.
His smile softens too for the moment, and he squeezes the other's hands affectionately in return. ] It's a date, then. [ At some point, anyway, when they have less magisters to worry about - or at least more time. ]
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His smile softens too for the moment, and he squeezes the other's hands affectionately in return. ] It's a date, then. [ At some point, anyway, when they have less magisters to worry about - or at least more time. ]