"I could guess, but I don't think that will serve us."
Maybe it's a shrewd guess, maybe it's even correct, but they won't know for certain. His thumb runs gently over her knuckles and back.
"I think there need not be conflict," is a speculative thought. "Ferelden cherishes it's independence. There's some common ground there, but with Rutyer..."
It's not so simple as common cause. The man balks at things. John had seen his unease when they'd spoken of the Chantry, had taken note of his response in the wake of the abomination. And even without any of those aspects, there is the difficulty of how limited Byerly's view can be. John sighs, shakes his head.
"You have a plan? Or do you intend to feel your way through it? If the former, I want to know about it."
He should know, of course he should know that he isn't on his own. He has Flint, and has had him, as far as she knows, the entire time they've been here. But now he also has her.
Said with a hint of a smile, in spite of the nature of the question.
"We got on well in that dream," John reminds her. There had been a reason he'd gone to Byerly before striking out to meet Marcus. "I don't think an overture of friendship would be poorly received, but trust..."
One hand lifts, turning between them.
"Rutyer trusts no one, and Yseult has an advantage because of it."
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Maybe it's a shrewd guess, maybe it's even correct, but they won't know for certain. His thumb runs gently over her knuckles and back.
"I think there need not be conflict," is a speculative thought. "Ferelden cherishes it's independence. There's some common ground there, but with Rutyer..."
It's not so simple as common cause. The man balks at things. John had seen his unease when they'd spoken of the Chantry, had taken note of his response in the wake of the abomination. And even without any of those aspects, there is the difficulty of how limited Byerly's view can be. John sighs, shakes his head.
"I intend to try harder with him."
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He should know, of course he should know that he isn't on his own. He has Flint, and has had him, as far as she knows, the entire time they've been here. But now he also has her.
puts hand over timestamp
Said with a hint of a smile, in spite of the nature of the question.
"We got on well in that dream," John reminds her. There had been a reason he'd gone to Byerly before striking out to meet Marcus. "I don't think an overture of friendship would be poorly received, but trust..."
One hand lifts, turning between them.
"Rutyer trusts no one, and Yseult has an advantage because of it."