If anything, Cassandra prefers the ridiculous exaggerations, the ones that could not be true even if she tried, because it is obvious that they are not meant to be believed. She makes a noise, somewhere between a chuckle and a scoff, at Hawke's descriptions, only to be completely blindsided by that wink.
Was he...? No, surely not. She was overthinking things, as was her custom in these situations. She clears her throat as though in attempt to regain her footing in the conversation: so many hours, days, months she'd spent trying to find Hawke, how foolish it would be to now grow weak at the knees simply at the mere fact of being in his presence!
"A true pity I am not taller," she says, with an exaggerated sigh, "although anyone would appear to be such a height from a dwarf's perspective."
Speaking of height, Cassandra must admit that the Champion of Kirkwall is even taller than she had anticipated; more solid as well. She has known many mages throughout her life, and none had been quite so muscular. Not that this observation was of any relevance to their conversation, of course.
As usual when it came to more social pursuits, Cassandra had made her approach without much thought about where the conversation would go next. She stumbles over her own thoughts for a moment before finally settling on asking, "How are you finding Skyhold?"
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Date: 2020-06-13 09:30 am (UTC)Was he...? No, surely not. She was overthinking things, as was her custom in these situations. She clears her throat as though in attempt to regain her footing in the conversation: so many hours, days, months she'd spent trying to find Hawke, how foolish it would be to now grow weak at the knees simply at the mere fact of being in his presence!
"A true pity I am not taller," she says, with an exaggerated sigh, "although anyone would appear to be such a height from a dwarf's perspective."
Speaking of height, Cassandra must admit that the Champion of Kirkwall is even taller than she had anticipated; more solid as well. She has known many mages throughout her life, and none had been quite so muscular. Not that this observation was of any relevance to their conversation, of course.
As usual when it came to more social pursuits, Cassandra had made her approach without much thought about where the conversation would go next. She stumbles over her own thoughts for a moment before finally settling on asking, "How are you finding Skyhold?"