Sunlight pooled on the Tevinter rugs inside her palatial quarters, the silver pile trimming the edges of the pattern casting glittering reflections along the outer surface of the bath. All the steaming water within was soft, slippery… milky, even, and it wasn’t as terrible as she’d imagined it would be based on the instructions.
This “melt and soak” that Madame Vivienne had procured on her behalf from Val Royeaux came highly recommended, promising the fountain of youth itself if the testimonies were to be believed. As Elgara Lavellan soaked and wondered if anything significant was meant to happen, she tried at least to lend the bath the benefit of the doubt. She focused within herself, stilling her spirit first, then all her subtle movements. Small particles of something gold swirled through the bath water with every breath she took that was deep enough to disturb the surface.
Blinking several times while staring out the stained glass, the elf sighed heavily and gave up trying to relax. Perhaps it was best to take her bath as she had always done, rather than sitting perfectly still and waiting for some miracle to occur that would reverse several of the harder years. She lifted an arm to scratch her head, water sloshing as droplets fell over her long neck. Tired and disappointed, Elgara grabbed hold of the tie in her hair and pulled it loose, letting her charcoal locks fall heavy over her shoulders, long ends floating snakelike on the surface.
Another one? She slumped with dismay, pruned fingers curling around a dark lock which still held the curl from the bun she’d worn. No, wait. More than one… Squinting, she nodded to herself as she counted, each new discovery drying her mouth further.
“Interesting. You do not sound like a woman enjoying herself.” His cadence graced her pointed ears from behind the open book propped against his chest, bringing her chin up to look in his direction. Solas shifted on the bed, moving his bent knee to the side to catch a glimpse of her and letting the pages fall wherever they may. He rubbed at his eyes roughly, as if he had been reading small print for hours unending. And perhaps he had, if the wrinkles on her fingertips were anything to go by. “Vivienne promised an experience like no other,” he shook his head in amusement. “Is it possible she was slightly overselling her gift?”
Inquisitor Lavellan huffed air from her nose in mild amusement, her narrow brown eyes drifting to the water’s gilded surface. “Familiar with the sounds of women enjoying themselves, are you?” she taunted dryly, the smirk fading from her lips.
She wanted to find it all funny. She supposed the best thing to do was to look for the humor in all this, but…
Clary and I have always had each other’s backs. We had our entire lives. That’s more than I can say for you or Alec. You do not get to talk about Alec, mundane!
So I’ve watched this scene many times and like many others, that “lap dog” comment bugged me. I often wondered why would he let someone refer to Alec as his lap dog, why would he let anyone demean his parabatai like that and then immediately proceed to defend Alec. But that’s just it. He’s defending Alec. Every time he spoke out against what Simon had said during that scene, it was only to defend Alec.
I care about a bunch of people. Just don’t care about you. Me, or what… What’s it called, your… your parabatai? Whoa, watch your mouth. You don’t know a thing about me and Alec.
Twenty bucks says he leaves you hanging tonight. Not a chance.
Anytime Simon said anything that indicated that Alec isn’t honorable or reliable or trustworthy, you can see Jace get noticeably irritated.
But when Simon had a go at him, “You treat him like a lap dog,” he didn’t bother saying anything against it, he doesn’t care enough to defend himself. Jace said in this scene that he cares about a lot of people, that Simon just wasn’t one of them. So he didn’t care about Simon’s opinion of him. But he cared about what anyone else thought about Alec to say ‘no, you’re wrong, don’t talk about something you know nothing about’, even if it was Simon. Basically if anyone questions Alec and his integrity, or go after their bond, and Jace will have have no problem telling them how wrong they are.
(Another thing about the scene above is as soon as Simon outright said that Alec doesn’t have his back, Jace snapped. I can’t help but wonder how many instances that came to his mind where Alec did have his back in all the years that they have known each other.)