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[bryces_pup]

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IC Catch-all Inbox for Riona at driftfleet. Be sure to mention the method in your subject line. A time frame/reference would be swell, too.

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[apurrstate]

[If he was in the state of mind, he'd probably comment on how pretty it still is even wet.]

I don't know. I know I was never particularly reverent to you, but you're still the Warden Commander, Hero of Ferelden so on and so forth. If I've learned nothing else from knowing Hawke, I know how little a title can dictate a person over simply the impressiveness of their actions.

Sometimes you're just my best friend and sometimes you're Lady Cousland and I'm not sure which will come out when.

[A beat]

Also, I guess, you're the queen of Ferelden but sometimes I generally just forget that if I'm being honest.

[bryces_pup]

I am a wearer of many hats, it's true. [Sometimes it's exhausting keeping up with all those roles, and knowing when to switch out which one and when. Balls, at times she wears more than one and that's a juggling act in and of itself.] At times, even I don't know which "me" will come out. It can be easy to get lost in all those roles.

[There are moments where fear chokes her and she wonders if she's gotten lost in all these titles and positions she has. That the real Riona got lost under them, never to re-emerge. A silly fear, maybe, but it's there all the same.]

Ha. [She shrugs off her worry and laughs a little.] That's the fanciest hat of them all. Then again, I haven't had much need to wear it here. Doesn't really mean much in the fleet.

[apurrstate]

That's a good thing, isn't it? You need more time to be you, you've been all those other things for the past ten years.

[This place was usually pretty good for that, at least, you could be you without all the junk of the rest of it. Fr the most part. Unless you pulled all that junk out yourself.

It put his mind back to the whole reason they'd met back up here.]

Come on, we should probably get out for our clothes sake if nothing else.

[He made for the steps out of the pool, a slightly disgruntled sound escaping him as he got out and felt the water dragging down on his clothes. At least they hadn't been wearing their shoes.]

[bryces_pup]

I suppose so. The break's been nice, I'll admit.

[Even if it left her wondering what to do with herself, or what to make of it all. It's hard to be just yourself after a decade of juggling roles and responsibilities.

But that's not a problem that needs addressing right now. She nods, following after Anders as she pulls herself out of the pool.]

Oh dear. I forgot how uncomfortable soggy underwear is. [Case in point, her panties are giving her a major wedgie right now. Argh]

[apurrstate]

[It's like a slow bubbling up from somewhere he didn't think he could reach on a good day, much less a day like today, one of the worst of his life. But he could feel the bubbling in his chest like a decade-old memory of champagne-bright laughter and the weight of an erring in his lobe. It's a chuckle at first, but it bursts like a firework into a bark of laughter that surprises him but feels a little like it did it's own share of burning away the sludge of the last few hours.]

Come-come here. [He's still grinning a he turns to her and puts his hands on her shoulders. Slowly, a warmth spreads through her. It doesn't dry or fix the state of her clothing, but it would take the chill away until she could get back to her room.]

Let's drip our way back to the shuttles.

wrap it up here?

[bryces_pup]

[It might be a bit at her own expense, but Riona's just relieved to hear him laugh like that. That kind of grief casts a cloud over a person, and makes it easy to forget how to laugh and smile. Even if it's only a little bit, she's glad she was able to give him even that much. She grins sheepishly as he dries her off a bit with his hands.] Thank you. And yes, let's. To dry off properly and get some rest. And drink a lot.