"Hn." More water. "...I can tolerate Madame de Fer for the view. I think."
Still moving like he'll accidentally smash something if he moves the wrong way, Alistair rolls the jar between his palms. It may have mostly been a joke when he said it, but...honestly, where else can he go? Staying at Milliways for weeks -- months -- doesn't appeal. Everything is just a bit too off-kilter here. You go along, thinking all's normal, and then you bump into someone who looks at you funny if you mention Thedas.
The next important question (and he sounds a bit resigned when he says it): "Is Morrigan still around?"
True, she may not be as prickly as when he last knew her, but she's still Morrigan. Alistair has no idea if he'll be able to tolerate her jibes when he's...like this.
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Still moving like he'll accidentally smash something if he moves the wrong way, Alistair rolls the jar between his palms. It may have mostly been a joke when he said it, but...honestly, where else can he go? Staying at Milliways for weeks -- months -- doesn't appeal. Everything is just a bit too off-kilter here. You go along, thinking all's normal, and then you bump into someone who looks at you funny if you mention Thedas.
The next important question (and he sounds a bit resigned when he says it): "Is Morrigan still around?"
True, she may not be as prickly as when he last knew her, but she's still Morrigan. Alistair has no idea if he'll be able to tolerate her jibes when he's...like this.