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[Rue considers explaining their own situation, the family that they've grown in this place, the sons they've adopted as their own. But she seems to understand regardless.

Besides, there is no reason to linger in such worry when Rue has nothing to fear in this moment. Everything is perfect.]

Well, we are only just newly acquainted with one another, but if you should like it, I am happy to offer you the key to my friendship, freely given.

[Sarajane's friends in Kirkwall had been like family to her. even Anders. which was probably why it was so easy for him to trick her into being a pawn in his ultimate plan.

killing him was probably the hardest thing she'd ever done.

and she smiles, wide and genuine] Thanks. And the feeling's mutual. I can see why Fenris likes you so much.

That is kind of you to say, though he may exaggerate on occasion.

[that feels like a lie, but rue is trying to be humble.]

What kind of things do you enjoy doing?

[a chuckle] I've never known Fenris to exaggerate. Not even once.

[unless it was between him and Isabela as the latter tried to figure out what kind of underwear he had on]

Oh, wow...there's a lot. I enjoy playing Wicked Grace with friends. And spending time with my fiancé. He's genuinely one of the most good people I've ever met. And I love all of my friends, though with the exception of Fenris, they're all back home, scattered to the winds. Which sucks, but what can you do? And I really do love my kid brother, even though he thinks I baby him. But in my defense, I remember when he was a baby!

That sounds so lovely! And I think with a baby brother, it is law that you baby them for the rest of their lives. that's simply how it is.

[No siblings of their own, but they do have six teenage sons so.]

What is your fiancé like? He is not here, correct?

Yeah. Carver...she's grown up a lot over the years. For the longest time, he was comparing himself to me, using me as an excuse to be angry because I have magic and he doesn't. And maybe it's not just that, mom was the only one in the family other than him who had no magic. So dad spent a lot of time with me and Bethany, his twin sister, and I think Carver felt left out.

[which in retrospect is so very clear and she wants desperately to make up for it. but unless he comes here, there's no way of knowing to do so]

He isn't. I miss him so much. He's...complicated. He's the youngest of three brothers and he didn't really fit in because his parents already had the heir to the throne and the spare. So Sebastian...acted out. Partied constantly, fucked anyone who seemed vaguely interested, drank too much...basically everything he could to take his mind off the fact that his parents didn't love him.

Eventually, his parents got sick of him acting out and sent him to become a Chantry brother in Kirkwall. He had guards all the time to make sure he didn't succeed at running away. Even to the point where if he tried too hard, he'd be killed by his guards slash babysitters.

He did manage to run away once...but his parents had broken him down so much that he didn't feel like he had a choice but to stay at the Chantry. He learned to love it there, but it's kind of like a captive learning to love its captor.

Oh dear, I think I can understand that pain in him, though none of that is hardly your fault.

[Hopefully they will get their reunion soon enough. Family should never be parted for long.]

But he is no longer there, correct? Since you are engaged? He must be free, right?

That's one of those things I know in my head, but convincing the rest of me? Not so much.

[she'd give anything for Carver to show up. Bethany too since she knew it could bring back the dead]

He's free...but under kind of horrific circumstances. His mom's best friend was jealous and she hired mercenaries to wipe out the Vael line. All of it, down to the smallest infant. Seb only lived because he became so good at fighting during his party boy days and because he wasn't in Starkhaven at the time.

Spirits. [on the other end of this conversation, the owlbear sighs deeply, the softest hoot slipping from their beak]

Oh my friend, I am so deeply sorry. I can only hope that he joins us here, sooner rather than later.

[emphatically] Thank you. Most people I know kind of...dismiss him and what he's been through because he tries so hard to be good. But what's so funny about that? The world--all of them--could use a little good.

I could not agree more. People like him, with good hearts and good intentions, are exactly what we need most in any world. To know he has suffered so greatly but the goodness of his heart hasn't been changed, I can not imagine how strong he must be. And how intensely he must care for you.

He's the strongest, best person I know. [and she blushes. blushes!] And yeah. It's been really rough being away from him so long. He...I've never felt so loved by anyone before. Everything in his upbringing said that he should reject me 'cause I'm an apostate mage, but he refused to let that color his opinion of me. He sees me for me.

Oh my friend, my heart has never felt such an intense sense of warmth mixed with such sadness. I'm so heartbroken the two of you are apart, but I can only hope, it will not be for long. You deserve to find one another again.

[Sarajane smiles, but there's a little tremble in it] I hope we do. Here or back home. I just...I really, really miss him. And he's always been more optimistic than me, I've always been the cynic. So I miss his sunshine.

Until you're reunited, let your friends become that sunshine for you. We'll do all we can to brighten your days.

[notgonnacrynotgonnacrynotgonnacry] ...I can't really say how much I appreciate that. Thank you.

[sweet girl, how long has she felt so isolated?]

You are not alone. I promise. Please know you can reach out to me for anything. You and I are friends now.

[for a really long time, even starting back in Kirkwall.

a tremulous smile] We are. I'm so glad I took Fenris' advice.

I'm grateful too. Call me anytime.

[Sarajane grins] Oh, you are gonna be sorry you said that. Now you're never getting rid of me.

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