"Scouting would be useful," she admits, thinking back to Hafters Woods in the Hinterlands. Bandits and bears and all of those damn hills. "And there'd be no shortage of those willing to help me train it."
Which, still, is an unsettling thought. It's different from a willingness pulled from the good quality of her clothes, the education in her voice, for there the expectation is for coin. Here, now, it's not kindness but reverence. It can be a known quality to navigate around, and she's becoming more adapt at it, but the more she turns the idea over the more it seems likely she'd have to go through an intermediary to avoid a crowd, or crushing disappointment. Or renditions of Andraste's Mabari.
The Herald of Andraste, looking for a dog - no, she won't go down that path. Self-pity doesn't help, and neither does wallowing in whatever the Maker has planned for her.
Besides which, it'd spoil the effort Blackwall is going to, to allow her this space to breath and gain some normalcy. She appreciates this, and him, too much for that. As dangerous as it is. She's not taken lovers before, but she knows the tug and pull of affection, fondness, romance as much as any other. A dangerous thing, to indulge here.
And yet...
"Do you know much about dogs trained for such purposes?" Ginevra asks, because she wants to be around people, and him, too much to cut herself off.
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Which, still, is an unsettling thought. It's different from a willingness pulled from the good quality of her clothes, the education in her voice, for there the expectation is for coin. Here, now, it's not kindness but reverence. It can be a known quality to navigate around, and she's becoming more adapt at it, but the more she turns the idea over the more it seems likely she'd have to go through an intermediary to avoid a crowd, or crushing disappointment. Or renditions of Andraste's Mabari.
The Herald of Andraste, looking for a dog - no, she won't go down that path. Self-pity doesn't help, and neither does wallowing in whatever the Maker has planned for her.
Besides which, it'd spoil the effort Blackwall is going to, to allow her this space to breath and gain some normalcy. She appreciates this, and him, too much for that. As dangerous as it is. She's not taken lovers before, but she knows the tug and pull of affection, fondness, romance as much as any other. A dangerous thing, to indulge here.
And yet...
"Do you know much about dogs trained for such purposes?" Ginevra asks, because she wants to be around people, and him, too much to cut herself off.