Northstar Vale girl, you knock me out

all of my posts in this thread r sponsered by no braincells

Andraste had no answer as to her outburst's origins, herself;
perhaps it was only some horrid habit of self-depreciation, bidden by a wish to be as honest with all as she might possibly be and continually borne upon the ideals that  (as aforementioned on the Mount with this very same halfling)  she was an unworthy recipient to such affections that came with marriage and such allowances that came with bearing children.

And perhaps she was only deserving of either if each day she strove to better her person in the way she so meant to exact.

A sigh, in the silence; a smile, for Bhediya's admittance:  "That is fortunate,"  a tip of scarred brow.  "I am thinking I will like them, as well. It is late, howe'er,"  rising now, rolling the weighted ache of sorrows from shoulders as she appraised the inkwell with rabbitsoft eyes.  "You are more than welcome to rest within our Court, if you would like?"

Perhaps a hollow might be found near Cuivénen, warmed by the steamed earth below and above.