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Knowing him, he probably has given that some thought. I'll try to gently ask him about that. If he wouldn't want to be alone, I can at least be there. [She was there for Asher, for Sina...how can she not want to do the same for Thane? However much it hurts, it's more important that he'll have a friendly face at his side, if he wants one.]

Don't worry, kadan. I'm not going to be reckless, not about that. I've seen what it does, and that's not a fate I want anything to do with, trust me.
[Aside from abomination and saarebas, that shares the top tier of fates that she will avoid at all costs.]

Then it's a good thing I'm more of a night owl myself, isn't it? [She's onto you, kadan.] And I can understand not wanting to cause a scene, but that doesn't mean private venting can't happen. We may not be able to get away as much as before, but if you really need to blow off steam somewhere else, you know I'm willing to kidnap you or be kidnapped. Mutual kidnapping.

That's all you can do, sometimes. I'm just-- I'm sorry you've had to see it so much. [To think that when she was off guiding nobles to safety in the Winter Palace (no, don't, don't think that, it doesn't help) so she takes a deep breath. Uncurls her hands over her papers.]

Just remember I'll hold you to that. [Does she sound like she's teasing? She's trying, please believer that she really is trying right now because the last few months have been either getting the legs kicked out from one of them or constantly dodging that. It's quite frankly exhausting at this point.

Sighing quietly, Araceli could point out that her hours are more erratic than night owl, that she shuts the office door and sleeps during the afternoon as she would through the hottest part of a Castilean day, habits to entrenched to break now.] Maybe one day when things aren't likely to explode here, I don't want to let Madame de Cedoux down. [A soft admission, followed by one she feels a little guilty for making. Or for waiting so long to make. Maybe it's good Korrin can't see her face, she'd know Araceli's tell for flustered when she says the next bit.] It'd be like letting Leandra down.

Things are always on the verge of exploding. [Said dryly. It's Kirkwall's national past-time, even before the Inquisition got there.] I think it'll be a bigger shock when we wake up to a day where that's not the case. But if that ever happens, you better believe I'll take that opportunity and run with it. You take a lot on your shoulders, kadan. I'm proud of all that you've done and will do, it's not like I'd ever discourage that. I just want to make sure you have a moment here and there to breathe. If Madame de Cedoux is as reasonable as I've been told, she'd surely agree.

[When they're fighting a war with high stakes for them all, that's really the most they can expect.]

Thank you, kadan. It's painful, but it helps to hear your voice, and I'll get through this. I just hope I don't run out of space for memorial tattoos, at some point.

Do you want to meet at the baths when it's quieter? Something tells me your muscles could use a good soak as much as mine. [Soaking and backrubs and oils afterward, that will make the day suck a little less.]

Imagine if through enough work that stopped being the case. [Lay it out in front of you, stretch it out as if it's fabric in need of drying, a problem to be picked at, a plan that has so many moving parts. It can work, her heart says, her mind says it too, only softer, it's the one busy with the problems, unfortunately so many of those problems are people, and too many of them go under the banner of the Inquisition, a reluctance to play the part because they don't think there's a part to be played at all.] Things have to be given up in order for a greater thing to come to pass, I don't mind that, I just didn't expect her to remind me of...of as much as I'm reminded of.

[Duty. Her place; behind to one side, her hands folded just so, head inclined politely. How easy we forget ourselves in comfortable routine.]

Tattoos are a map of where we've been, what touches our lives, shapes us. Some people I see at home are all ink. No skin left. It's life. The baths sound good though, I can stay later here and let you know when most of the people are gone?

[Her voice softens.] I hope it's not too painful for you, kadan, being reminded. If it is, you can still tell me. I told you I'd always listen and I mean that.

It'd be nice to feel like we're doing more than just treading water, that's for sure. [The Dragon Age was supposed to be one of great upheaval and they aren't even halfway through it. Lasting peace is probably too much to hope for, but she loves that Araceli never stops trying to make the world more liveable. Who is she to discourage?]

I don't know if I'd ever go all-ink; I still need to see myself in the mirror, not just a map. But I still have plenty of room left before it starts to get crowded.

Good, I'll be waiting. We can soak and talk...or not talk at all. [Not said in a suggestive way either, though she certainly won't mind if that's where it goes. Sometimes, words aren't needed and it's just enough to be together.]

Sometimes to miss a person this way is a good thing and to find a part of her here, some reflection of her is [a pause as Araceli considers the right word to use] I don't mind it. I can do my job better. And she knows.

[So there's that too.]

You've lived here all your life, thinking of it changing must be harder so perhaps it's the advantage some of us bring to the table by being from elsewhere. But talking would be good without other people around.

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