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The defensive state of the woman by her side was clear, despite her attention being entirely on the man beneath her hands. Her irritable yet somewhat casual approach had been abruptly cut off. The newfound gruffness of her next words only served to confirm her suspicions, but they failed to deter her actions.
âIâm not looking for thanks,â she replied. âAssuming that nothing goes horrendously wrong, he will live to fight another day. Live to see his family and friends and simply enjoy living. If all goes well, then he wonât even know how it happened. And as you can see, there are no demons present. He will lose nothing but his imminently approaching death.â
Almost as soon as the words left her mouth, Murica knew that she had defended her actions far too much. But she supposed that her guard was held just as highly as the woman to whom she spoke. Sadly, words could not be returned once spoken, so she was restricted to the path she had now begun. âIâm no medic, but if youâre injured then I would be happy to help.â
     kasaara hadnât meant - nor cared - to hear about the elfâs motivations, but she listened without interruption nonetheless. though there was reason to the otherâs words, doubt and apprehension still furrowed kasaaraâs brows. there was a quiet beat as the words settled. in time, the qunari responded, âyou think youâre saving his life, but itâs costing him his ideals.â perhaps it was her years spent under the qun speaking, but she had known many people who would rather give up their lives than their convictions - rather die than betray what they believed - despite her own disregard for this behaviour. true, this man might not be what she thought him to be; regardless, the elfâs secrecy had robbed him of choice, and for that reason alone it rubbed kasaara the wrong way. âyou may see their aversion to blood magic as foolish, but if you use trickery or force in the hopes of changing their opinion, does that not make your pride as stubborn as theirs?â
     the qunari rarely spoke much, and perhaps it was difficult for her point to come across without more elaboration - but with the question hanging in the air, she just stared at the elf, more curious than challenging. in the end, she shook her head. âi did not come for healing. only supplies.â and that was true, distrust of blood magic or no; she supposed she was stubborn too, in that way. she strode closer this time, glancing around for the bandages she needed to patch up the gash along her arm.













