[That voice. It was different, changed perhaps by time or experience, but it was unmistakable all the same. She'd know that voice anywhere, whispering to her, laughing, telling her tale after tale as they lay together.]
Leli? [It's a hopeful sigh, a softness to her features that hadn't been there a second before. The man made to move, seeming to sense the change in his captor, but that harsh look returned to Lark's face and she slammed him to the wall again, elbow digging into his spine.]
Try that again and I'll be sure it's your spine I break.
[Lark looked back to Leliana, that sharp edge still in her voice and face, but it wasn't for the woman in front of her.]
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Leli? [It's a hopeful sigh, a softness to her features that hadn't been there a second before. The man made to move, seeming to sense the change in his captor, but that harsh look returned to Lark's face and she slammed him to the wall again, elbow digging into his spine.]
Try that again and I'll be sure it's your spine I break.
[Lark looked back to Leliana, that sharp edge still in her voice and face, but it wasn't for the woman in front of her.]
You have need of him?