Ellana exhaled a laugh, taking the book from him to flip through, searching for any words that struck her as being from a sex scene.
"Perhaps they do, but more likely than not, it's because we're smaller than humans. They must think we're dainty." Finding a passage, her eyes widened and she drew up her knees to set the book against her thighs.
"Oo, here's one." She read for a moment, a flush spreading across her cheeks. "Oh. That's... highly unrealistic." But intriguing all the same. Still, as she read the next line, her lips curved up into a smile. "No man could do that, human or not. They'd break something."
Cyril chuckled a bit. "Careful, I might take that as a challenge and try it on the next human man I find." From his tone was clear he wasn't actually going to do such a thing. It was really hard to take anything in that book seriously.
"And then when you're hobbling around camp and they ask what happened, you'll say 'Ellana made me do it!' Right?" Chuckling softly, she returned to the book, flipping through. But after a moment, she added, "They can't all be bad. Humans. I know we're supposed to keep away, and I know plenty must be awful to elves, but they can't all be. Or there wouldn't be books like this."
"That depends on how far you travel. I can get away with gathering kindling in the woods, but if you go farther out to hunting grounds, the Keeper won't allow it. She'll say it's too dangerous for mages." She knew Keeper Deheune just wanted to protect Ellana from Templars, but it didn't help her wanderlust any to be confined so close to camp.
Cyril frowned a bit. "Too far then," he commented. After all, it wasn't like they could target humans anywhere near the camp. "I'm sorry lethallan, I shouldn't have suggested it." That last part was actually sincere, as he felt guilty for giving her the idea when it wasn't possible.
He couldn't imagine the burden that magic brought.
"I'll be happy to," Cyril replied. He took the book back but held it carefully in your hands. "Do you want to keep this?" he asked "It's terrible, and it could get you into trouble, but I won't tell if you do."
The offer was tempting and Ellana weighed it over in her mind for approximately a second before taking it back.
"I can hide it and take it out into the forest to read," she said decisively. If he said it was awful, it probably was, but it was a story about a human and an elf, and she wanted to see how it ended.
Cyril gave her a sweet smile and handed the book back to her. It wasn't really a gift, he told himself. Not in the sense that other Dalish would consider it. Just more of a small comfort. It was a secret, an acknowledgement that they both had similar interests. Hers might have been more romantic than his, but it was still important, he thought, that she knew she had a safe place to talk about it. If she needed it.
"I should get some sleep," he said. "There's an early morning hunt and I've already stayed up for too late to be of use." That wasn't true, of course. Cyril wouldn't have gone out if he had thought he'd be useless in the morning. It was simply easier to make fun of himself than acknowledge that there was any sort of meaning behind his actions. He didn't do well with that sort of thing.
Ellana squeezed the book to her chest, pleased she could add it to her hidden trove of trinkets that Gavin had given her. She was always interested in the things the humans made, even if they were just little figurines the same as any Dalish could make.
"You say that, but I'm sure you'll be the one to bring back the most. Good night." She was going to stay up a bit longer, just to see how the book began.
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"Perhaps they do, but more likely than not, it's because we're smaller than humans. They must think we're dainty." Finding a passage, her eyes widened and she drew up her knees to set the book against her thighs.
"Oo, here's one." She read for a moment, a flush spreading across her cheeks. "Oh. That's... highly unrealistic." But intriguing all the same. Still, as she read the next line, her lips curved up into a smile. "No man could do that, human or not. They'd break something."
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He shrugged after a moment. "You could always come with Merrick and I next time. It might be easier to have a woman with me."
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He couldn't imagine the burden that magic brought.
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"It's all right. Maybe someday..." Her voice trailed off, since she wasn't sure she believed it. It was what she hoped for, though.
"Well, until then, I can just listen to all your stories!"
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"I can hide it and take it out into the forest to read," she said decisively. If he said it was awful, it probably was, but it was a story about a human and an elf, and she wanted to see how it ended.
"Thank you."
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"I should get some sleep," he said. "There's an early morning hunt and I've already stayed up for too late to be of use." That wasn't true, of course. Cyril wouldn't have gone out if he had thought he'd be useless in the morning. It was simply easier to make fun of himself than acknowledge that there was any sort of meaning behind his actions. He didn't do well with that sort of thing.
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"You say that, but I'm sure you'll be the one to bring back the most. Good night." She was going to stay up a bit longer, just to see how the book began.