When she leans against him he shifts instinctively to accommodate her shape against him, drawing simple creature comfort from her warmth and familiarity. For she has become that, at this stage--familiar, and wanted.
Her position, described thusly, does not strike him as being too dissimilar from that of a magister in the Magisterium in Minrathous. The risk, the high stakes, the relentless danger, all are unavoidable constants. An affair revealed between magisters would have far-reaching consequences, but could they truly be compared to what might occur, were he and Petrana to be found out now?
"Ser Coupe had questions."
He cannot disguise his ill-ease at this revelation, not in this place, and not from Petrana; the Fade is only too willing to betray him in the cold wind that chafes against both of them suddenly.
"She came to speak with me as well," he says. "What did she ask of you?"
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Her position, described thusly, does not strike him as being too dissimilar from that of a magister in the Magisterium in Minrathous. The risk, the high stakes, the relentless danger, all are unavoidable constants. An affair revealed between magisters would have far-reaching consequences, but could they truly be compared to what might occur, were he and Petrana to be found out now?
"Ser Coupe had questions."
He cannot disguise his ill-ease at this revelation, not in this place, and not from Petrana; the Fade is only too willing to betray him in the cold wind that chafes against both of them suddenly.
"She came to speak with me as well," he says. "What did she ask of you?"