11 - Are they better with children, animals, or neither?
Keeper Deshanna smiled warmly, her eyes narrowing on Isii. “A child in your arms. It is a good look for you, da’len.”
Isii laughed softly to cover her impatient sigh, shifting the fussing infant along the crook of her hip. “Do not get too attached to the image, Keeper. I am only looking after him until Dehari comes back.”
“You are good with the child. He soothes when you touch him.” Isii tried not to grimace, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. This was a path they had walked down many times. “You should consider when you are going to have a child of your own, da’len.”
The Keeper was worried that Isii was waiting too long. That she was getting too old, that she would let her youth slip away, along with her chances of motherhood. They were a dying people. Every elf must do their part to keep their race alive. “I wouldn’t trust myself with a dog, let alone a child.” She joked. A deflection. Not even a particularly good one. She could see the Keeper was not pleased. “When I find one to bond to, then perhaps.”
“I have already begun to reach out to the Keepers of Sabrae and Alerion.” Deshanna said with a nod. “We will find someone for you. Do not worry.”
Isii was not worried. She didn’t want her Keeper playing matchmaker. It was not a lack of potential suitors that kept her from bonding with one of the men in her clan.
The baby whimpered and she lifted him higher, bouncing him absentmindedly against her chest. Being good with children and wanting a child were two different things. A child was something precious - which meant it was one more thing that would hurt to lose.
A lover, in that sense, was no different.
20 - If they met, how would your Inquisitor get along with your Warden? Your Hawke?
After all that time spent looking for her, Isii never thought she would meet the Queen of Ferelden; nor did she think it would take place at the palace in Denerim. The Warden-Commander, recently returned from what Isii assumed was a successful mission, requested a visit from the Herald of Andraste. Isii made time for the trip, eager to solidify their political ties to the throne. Being an organization founded in Orlais did not do them any favors in terms of their relationship with the Dog Lords.
The meeting was brief, but Isii felt comfortable in Myra Theirin’s presence. The Queen was a kind woman; light-hearted, if not worn from hardship. Neither she nor her husband seemed particularly interested in formalities, which was a refreshing change from the Orlesians Isii often had to garner favor with. She could tell that they were both quite happy to be together once more. Even as Myra conducted their meeting with grace, it was impossible not to see the looks cast between them - the warm smiles, the small laughter after a shared whispered word. He kept his hand over hers at all times, as if to remind himself that she was still there.
Hawke was not what Isii expected. From Varric’s story, she got the impression that Marian Hawke was a lively sort: a sarcastic jokester with a heart of gold. The woman she met was quieter. Withdrawn. She appeared to get lost in her thoughts often.
Isii got the courage to ask her about it once, after both of them had consumed enough in Skyhold’s tavern to no longer worry about broaching uncomfortable topics.
“Do you ever regret it? Tying yourself to Anders like that?”
Hawke stared down into her drink, choosing her words carefully. “I can hate what he’s done, even if I understand his reasons. But I can never hate him. The stories always get him wrong. They cast him in the role they want him to be in. But I know the real Anders. I know the man underneath the surface everyone sees. Maybe it makes me a romantic sap, but I would do anything to stay with him.
“But it’s hard to love a man who keeps secrets from you. It’s hard to love a man who would sacrifice everything you have together for what he thinks is the greater good.”
She paused, finishing off her drink. “Feel lucky you’re not in my shoes. I would not wish that kind of love on anyone.”