[ The protest is blasé, barely a protest at all, but he is bothered. Not because he's attached to her. He's definitely not. She's barely even a dog, and when she's a bigger she's going to live in the kennels with the other dogs and quasi-dogs and unwanted bastards and fend for herself. None of this sleeping-in-a-bed-with-people-and-being-fed-scraps business. It all smacks of Orlais.
He's not attached. He sort of wanted to prove he could do it, that's all, rather than taking in a puppy just to leave it for Zevran to look after. Twice. Maybe forever. But letting her freeze to death would sort of defeat the purpose—and, in a very unattached way, he wants her to be safe—so he sighs and settles his arms around Zevran's back and his chin over his head. ]
All right. All right. Then I'm taking your real pillow.
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[ The protest is blasé, barely a protest at all, but he is bothered. Not because he's attached to her. He's definitely not. She's barely even a dog, and when she's a bigger she's going to live in the kennels with the other dogs and quasi-dogs and unwanted bastards and fend for herself. None of this sleeping-in-a-bed-with-people-and-being-fed-scraps business. It all smacks of Orlais.
He's not attached. He sort of wanted to prove he could do it, that's all, rather than taking in a puppy just to leave it for Zevran to look after. Twice. Maybe forever. But letting her freeze to death would sort of defeat the purpose—and, in a very unattached way, he wants her to be safe—so he sighs and settles his arms around Zevran's back and his chin over his head. ]
All right. All right. Then I'm taking your real pillow.