[Val sighs before--still with their hands joined--he leans forward again to speak to Ribbon, laid so prettily upon Wysteria's sleeve.]
You must speak with her. Whisper good sense into the mademoiselle's ear while she sleeps these hours. Tell her that to waste one's time with officials of government and those of high and boring office, when there are real discussions to be had--discussions of things that matter, discussions of academics and problems that will benefit all of Thedas so much more significantly than any lord or earl or royal butler will ever manage in his short and silly lifetime--to waste one's time with these is just that: a waste. You must make her see sense, dear Ribbon. I fear I cannot.
[Then he sits back, gives Wysteria's hand a quick little shake--not hard enough to disturb Ribbon, of course--and at last releases her from his grasp, and gets to his feet.]
[Her protests—how naturally she would prefer to have nothing to do with officials of government—die behind her teeth, and for a moment Wysterua has no ready response for him. Then she turns very red indeed and makes to snatch her shawl more tightly around her shoulders, attempting it with both hands until the weight of Ribbon at her wrist has her fumbling—]
No, thank you. It is quite all right. I like it as it is. Goodnight, Monsieur and I look forward to your notes. And wish you the best of luck with your exploration of the Kirkwall caverns. Good night.
As do I, to all of the same. I will send you precisely what I need from Orzammar. They are not likely to have any of it in the caverns, so it will have to come from you.
Good night, good night, give Ribbon a kiss for me, good night.
[And with a little half-bow, and a wave, he leaves, and at last it is quiet.]
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You must speak with her. Whisper good sense into the mademoiselle's ear while she sleeps these hours. Tell her that to waste one's time with officials of government and those of high and boring office, when there are real discussions to be had--discussions of things that matter, discussions of academics and problems that will benefit all of Thedas so much more significantly than any lord or earl or royal butler will ever manage in his short and silly lifetime--to waste one's time with these is just that: a waste. You must make her see sense, dear Ribbon. I fear I cannot.
[Then he sits back, gives Wysteria's hand a quick little shake--not hard enough to disturb Ribbon, of course--and at last releases her from his grasp, and gets to his feet.]
Shall I remove the plate for you as I leave?
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No, thank you. It is quite all right. I like it as it is. Goodnight, Monsieur and I look forward to your notes. And wish you the best of luck with your exploration of the Kirkwall caverns. Good night.
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Good night, good night, give Ribbon a kiss for me, good night.
[And with a little half-bow, and a wave, he leaves, and at last it is quiet.]