There's only a slight reaction to the accusation that Darton was not entirely in the wrong here--a small twist to her lips, eyebrows raised. Enough to make her feelings on the matter clear. But as Wren continues, Beleth relaxes, and gives a small nod, to show that she is willing to listen to the Templar's argument.
The argument itself is sound, though Beleth is sure that it's still wrong. Aleron is still entirely at fault, this entire mess is his fault. The blame rests solely on his shoulders. But her opinion is not warranted, nor wanted, and would do little but create unnecessary hostility. She'll settle for being pleased that the Seekers are now out of the equation.
"I see." The most neutral response she can give, while still acknowledging that she heard what Wren said. "Thank you, then. I will speak to Ser Harriman at the earliest convenience." She pauses. It's a good place to stop, but Beleth can't help but add a little bit more.
"I hope that this helps, and that I don't seem unduly...suspicious. I just want to make sure that the people in charge of helping him understand his situation. If there's anything more that I can do to help, Ser Coupe, you merely need to ask."
She's not entirely sure if this did any good at all, or if she just wasted her time trying to play the diplomat and dance around fancy words and vague statements. But at the very least, Wren will be aware that there are people who care about Cade, who are invested in making sure that he's treated well. It feels like the least--truly, the very least--that she can do for him, but it will have to be enough.
When someone calls out your suspicion, it's generally a better time than ever to be suspicious.
(Advice she might offer if Beleth had taken at all to it before, if Beleth weren't. You know. So damn suspicious.)
"Thank you," She says, and though it's curt, it's honest. This is more information of the situation than she's had prior; that Harriman's Dalish contact is one highly-placed may too be of use. "A friend in one's corner seldom goes amiss."
Until it shoots straight past amiss and into deeply, irrevocably fucked. The dog rumbles to watch her go.
"Non." Wren murmurs, face turned back to her work.
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The argument itself is sound, though Beleth is sure that it's still wrong. Aleron is still entirely at fault, this entire mess is his fault. The blame rests solely on his shoulders. But her opinion is not warranted, nor wanted, and would do little but create unnecessary hostility. She'll settle for being pleased that the Seekers are now out of the equation.
"I see." The most neutral response she can give, while still acknowledging that she heard what Wren said. "Thank you, then. I will speak to Ser Harriman at the earliest convenience." She pauses. It's a good place to stop, but Beleth can't help but add a little bit more.
"I hope that this helps, and that I don't seem unduly...suspicious. I just want to make sure that the people in charge of helping him understand his situation. If there's anything more that I can do to help, Ser Coupe, you merely need to ask."
She's not entirely sure if this did any good at all, or if she just wasted her time trying to play the diplomat and dance around fancy words and vague statements. But at the very least, Wren will be aware that there are people who care about Cade, who are invested in making sure that he's treated well. It feels like the least--truly, the very least--that she can do for him, but it will have to be enough.
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(Advice she might offer if Beleth had taken at all to it before, if Beleth weren't. You know. So damn suspicious.)
"Thank you," She says, and though it's curt, it's honest. This is more information of the situation than she's had prior; that Harriman's Dalish contact is one highly-placed may too be of use. "A friend in one's corner seldom goes amiss."
Until it shoots straight past amiss and into deeply, irrevocably fucked. The dog rumbles to watch her go.
"Non." Wren murmurs, face turned back to her work.