[A pause, and a glance from the corner of his eye.]
Of course.
[He tongues the point of his canine, a faint, absent smirk flitting about his lips while he focuses his attentions on channeling Eferin's magic into the dagger, the heated blade steadily taking on a dull orange hue.]
She made quite a fuss, the foolish girl, clinging to your corpse like a fly. [Snorting softly.] ...Perhaps she feared I might feast upon your flesh and ruin her fine work.
[A laugh bubbles out of him, ghoulish and low. Grim jest aside, however, it is clear to him that Zevran mattered so very much to her. Perhaps she had meant to die there, guarding his body.]
OKAY NO MORE EDITS FROM ME, gosh
Of course.
[He tongues the point of his canine, a faint, absent smirk flitting about his lips while he focuses his attentions on channeling Eferin's magic into the dagger, the heated blade steadily taking on a dull orange hue.]
She made quite a fuss, the foolish girl, clinging to your corpse like a fly. [Snorting softly.] ...Perhaps she feared I might feast upon your flesh and ruin her fine work.
[A laugh bubbles out of him, ghoulish and low. Grim jest aside, however, it is clear to him that Zevran mattered so very much to her. Perhaps she had meant to die there, guarding his body.]