[ Alistair's free hand—the one not cradling Doghren, who seems content to dangle wherever he holds her—flies halfway up toward his face before Alistair stops himself from covering his nose like a self-conscious child and instead only continues to look sullen in Zevran's direction.
Sullen and wounded. He's used to disappointing people, he does it often and thoroughly, but not this person. (It's entirely deserved.) Sullen, wounded, and even so he manages a huff of almost-laughter and a vaguely smile-shaped twist of his mouth at the thought of Uncle Zevran. ]
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Date: 2016-01-31 10:38 pm (UTC)Sullen and wounded. He's used to disappointing people, he does it often and thoroughly, but not this person. (It's entirely deserved.) Sullen, wounded, and even so he manages a huff of almost-laughter and a vaguely smile-shaped twist of his mouth at the thought of Uncle Zevran. ]
Do you think he likes dogs?