Athessa laughs. Eshal might've been the tallest, until about a day ago. Perhaps the appearance of the new one is why Athessa found it hard to get to sleep, for fear that it was more than just coincidence.
"No, I mean--" In the space of a breath, she decides against supplying another epithet. "--Deimos."
"That explains a lot. You know when I uh...told you about being in Kont-aar, and how I said I didn't want that part of my past to come back to bite me in the ass?"
Yikes is the feeling that manages to eek through her otherwise smiling expression.
"I didn't, not until I saw him at the docks." As casual as her tone is, she's picking apart the pastry in her hands instead of just chowing down. He doesn't know she's here yet, and she doesn't know why he's here. Maybe they finally decided that having the elf that worked counter-intelligence for them kicking around with an organization like Riftwatch isn't something they want to allow.
Eshal watches, trying to unravel this... whatever this is. It's obviously not about the pastry (which she is now eating, thank you). "And...? There's an 'and', right?"
"And..." She shrugs. "...I dunno. I just hope they haven't changed their mind about letting me run off." Not that she ran off. They sent her back. She'd probably have stayed in Rivain if they hadn't decided to use her as a messenger when they were done with her.
"Oh." Eshal doesn't laugh, only because getting caught by the Qun is no laughing matter, but the scenario is... funny. "He's in no position to do... shit, anything, Sweet. He got kicked out."
"Not... really." It was an odd detail of his story, but that's not the point. "Not usually. But I haven't been in the Qun since people started getting shards in their fucking hands. Maybe that's the protocol."
Athessa makes a huh sound, not familiar enough with the Qun itself to be able to tell if that's a red flag or not. After a moment of puzzling over the implications, she shakes her head to reset her expression to something more pleasant.
"Well I guess he's not here to kill me or drag me back to Kont-aar, then," she says, chipper. Or as chipper as gallows humor can be.
"No way to fix magic," she shrugs. This is something to think on later, because there is. Chop off your fucking hand, sten. Deimos. Oh so loyal boy of the Qun.
"Did you know him well?" Since she clearly recognized him personally, individually.
"He breathes the Qun. Friends are a distraction." She takes a bit more pastry herself, clearly enjoying it despite the heavy conversation. "I meant, how much does he know about you, how much do you know about him? I'm still trying to decide if he's a liability."
Oh, right. Of course. But damn if that doesn't sound so sad. No friends, only Qun? Yeesh.
"Uhhh he knows my name, the work I did in Rivain before Kont-aar, the work with him in Kont-aar, and that I came back to Kirkwall after that. If I'm not the reason he's here then he probably doesn't even know I'm with Riftwatch now." As far as she knows, he never listened to her when she talked about anything other than the mission, either, so the likelihood that he remembers anything specific about her personally is slim. What she remembers about him, however...
"As for him, I know his rank, name, mission details from Kont-aar, and that he's difficult. Serious. Quick to anger. Nothing compromising to the Qun, really. Just how to push his buttons and get a reaction."
She shrugs. "Compromising to the Qun, I'm compromising to the Qun. If he had any authority to do shitall, we'd've had to fight to the fucking death for him trying to drag me back. I mean, is he gonna be dangerous to Riftwatch, being here, headbutting people. He's a fucking wall."
She nods, slow. "If you ever think that's going to change..." A frown. "You need to let me know. He's not my responsibility, but it'll still be on my head."
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"No, I mean--" In the space of a breath, she decides against supplying another epithet. "--Deimos."
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She means risque.
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"That explains a lot. You know when I uh...told you about being in Kont-aar, and how I said I didn't want that part of my past to come back to bite me in the ass?"
Yikes is the feeling that manages to eek through her otherwise smiling expression.
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"I didn't realize you meant literally."
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"They...do that? Kick people out?"
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Doesn't seem right, though.
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"Well I guess he's not here to kill me or drag me back to Kont-aar, then," she says, chipper. Or as chipper as gallows humor can be.
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"Did you know him well?" Since she clearly recognized him personally, individually.
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No, he'd just consider her his.
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"Uhhh he knows my name, the work I did in Rivain before Kont-aar, the work with him in Kont-aar, and that I came back to Kirkwall after that. If I'm not the reason he's here then he probably doesn't even know I'm with Riftwatch now." As far as she knows, he never listened to her when she talked about anything other than the mission, either, so the likelihood that he remembers anything specific about her personally is slim. What she remembers about him, however...
"As for him, I know his rank, name, mission details from Kont-aar, and that he's difficult. Serious. Quick to anger. Nothing compromising to the Qun, really. Just how to push his buttons and get a reaction."
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A roll of her eyes. She knows how this goes.