[She had expected something... not terribly great; no one starts off a conversation the way he had that leads somewhere good. And she knows a little of what happened in Kirkwall; courtesy of Varric. But this... She reaches out, curls her fingers around his, loose enough that he can pull away should he choose. Trying to encourage him and let him know that he doesn’t have to keep going if he doesn’t want to, but that she’s there.]
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