[ Alistair looks up in surprise and then back down as quickly as he can, to try to hide the fact that he looks touched and maybe a little pleased. ]
Hm.
[ It's a thoughful hm, if a noncommittal one. Maybe he'll talk to Morrigan; maybe he's not quite there yet. He does recognize the hypocrisy—he still resents Maric, after all these years—but Alistair didn't have a mother at all, let alone a scary one who might have turned into a bear and devoured Maric if he'd done something wrong. And Maric was a king, not a Warden. And Maric was someone that other people would presumably have trusted to be able to take care of a dog. It's different.
But he's thinking. And in the meantime, while he's thinking, he doesn't like the lingering sense that he's letting Zevran down, so he scoots across the floor, Doghren herded ahead of him, to sit alongside Zevran's chair instead and lean against his knee. ]
You'd be a good father. I told you. Little Zevrans.
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Date: 2016-01-31 11:59 pm (UTC)Hm.
[ It's a thoughful hm, if a noncommittal one. Maybe he'll talk to Morrigan; maybe he's not quite there yet. He does recognize the hypocrisy—he still resents Maric, after all these years—but Alistair didn't have a mother at all, let alone a scary one who might have turned into a bear and devoured Maric if he'd done something wrong. And Maric was a king, not a Warden. And Maric was someone that other people would presumably have trusted to be able to take care of a dog. It's different.
But he's thinking. And in the meantime, while he's thinking, he doesn't like the lingering sense that he's letting Zevran down, so he scoots across the floor, Doghren herded ahead of him, to sit alongside Zevran's chair instead and lean against his knee. ]
You'd be a good father. I told you. Little Zevrans.