After some silent communication, Cullen drops out to let Leliana take the last repeated line on her own.
He stretches, feeling -- calmer. He'll be a little unsteady on his feet, he thinks, but nothing that a few more hours of sleep won't fix.
Leliana sings the last line without the lute, and as soon as her voice fades, there's silence in the hall.
"Isn't there any more?" asks a plaintive voice from the floor.
Josephine immediately gets to her feet, leaning over the balcony. "Yes, but we're coming down to join you, and you simply must sing with us." This is met with a cheer.
Orlesian bards are good for something, Cullen muses. Like morale.
Josephine goes down the stairs first. Then Leliana. Cullen lets them make landing in the hall before he goes through the door, starts down the stairs.
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He stretches, feeling -- calmer. He'll be a little unsteady on his feet, he thinks, but nothing that a few more hours of sleep won't fix.
Leliana sings the last line without the lute, and as soon as her voice fades, there's silence in the hall.
"Isn't there any more?" asks a plaintive voice from the floor.
Josephine immediately gets to her feet, leaning over the balcony. "Yes, but we're coming down to join you, and you simply must sing with us." This is met with a cheer.
Orlesian bards are good for something, Cullen muses. Like morale.
Josephine goes down the stairs first. Then Leliana. Cullen lets them make landing in the hall before he goes through the door, starts down the stairs.