[Thanks to his augment, he knows what the word means. Before he met her, it would have mattered nothing to him. A foolish Dalish trifle, a language that might as well be dead, more proof of them clinging onto a past already gone.
But Jove has changed things, if only a little. She's taught him that there are Dalish worthy of respect, those that don't live their lives in fairytales, those that strive for a better tomorrow regardless of the wolves of their past. His lips turn into a smile, a the name, at the knowledge of what it means. That he loves, that he is loved. It's more than he could ever dream of.]
I believe we might just make it.
[With the slightest of smirks, he shifts his legs from under him. One hand goes to Jove's rear, the other her back, supporting her as he pushes himself to his feet. For someone used to carting around greatswords bigger and heavier than himself, Jove is relative light. He moves to kiss her again, as he moves in the general direction of the bed. He's pretty sure the bed is that way, anyway. ]
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But Jove has changed things, if only a little. She's taught him that there are Dalish worthy of respect, those that don't live their lives in fairytales, those that strive for a better tomorrow regardless of the wolves of their past. His lips turn into a smile, a the name, at the knowledge of what it means. That he loves, that he is loved. It's more than he could ever dream of.]
I believe we might just make it.
[With the slightest of smirks, he shifts his legs from under him. One hand goes to Jove's rear, the other her back, supporting her as he pushes himself to his feet. For someone used to carting around greatswords bigger and heavier than himself, Jove is relative light. He moves to kiss her again, as he moves in the general direction of the bed. He's pretty sure the bed is that way, anyway. ]