Mar 1, 2015
the-dread-wxlf:
Solas groaned softly as he sitting down on his couch. “My heart, you need not to worry about me so much." The elf chuckled, her reactions were adorable. ”Just my stomach, Da’len.”
Mihtriel huffs. "The Hell I do --" She taps his arm and looks him in the eye. "Now lay down." Her tone is immediately motherly, scooting off to rummage around. "Stomach..... Stomach - Ah -!!" Mihtriel looks him in the eye. "If you don't remain there until I get back I will be furious. Understand?" The Dalish huffs.