It's their turn to do dishes. Her sleeves are pinned back to her biceps, suds still clinging to her skin as she retreats from the hot, soapy water with a clean bowl in tow. She hands it to Davrin to towel it off, smiling when their eyes meet.
Bellara has to admit, it was... nice, having another Dalish around.
Another Dalish not beholden to Fen'Harel's cause, anyway.
"You know, I've been to plenty of old Elven ruins since joining the Veil Jumpers," she remarks, reaching for the next dirty plate. A few pieces of boar meat haven't been cleared away, and she scrapes them into the scrap pile, wondering if someone had forgotten to leave it off Emmrich's plate. "Old armouries, forgotten temples. I've never been somewhere that feels so... lived in. Like I can see our ancestors standing where we're standing."
She glances at him again, still smiling, now submerged to her elbows.
"Is it the same for you?"
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