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[ It's strange, being more often out of armor than in it, but Wonderland doesn't often call them to battle in the same way that she's gotten used to. The Warden is dressed simply and more for comfort, though still in the kind of dress of Ferelden, rather than the modern clothes of much of the others in the mansion. Her hair is braided to keep it out of her face and her expression is quietly contemplative. Shutting her eyes briefly, she says: ]

"Your name is etched into my every step. I will not forsake You, even if I forget myself."

[ And then opens them again, taking a deep breath, admitting a little smile. ]

I've yet to find any kind of... chapel, or place of worship. I never thought there would be one strictly Andrastian, but any sort of quiet space for prayer would be suitable. If there is one, I would appreciate the help in tracking it down.

[ Maker knows, she's faced a lot of trials thus far and needs a little more guidance lately than usual. ]

Most of you won't have heard of the Maker or of Andraste, but I don't think the idea of solace in faith is too strange, is it?

[ Lightly, Robyn clears her throat before changing the subject. ]

I mentioned once that I was in an order called the Grey Wardens? Part of that life is nights of very bad dreams. But, I haven't had a one since I've been here, not in all those months. [ There's a pause in which she thinks back, frowning thoughtfully, almost torn between concern and relief at the lack of the nightmares. ] ... We must be far from home, after all.

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[She's pretty when she laughs. It's a stupid thing to notice all of a sudden but there hasn't been a lot of laughing when they've spoken in the past.]

You should.

[In his best falsetto he mimics the disapproving tone the Reverend Mother always used on him, waggling a finger at her for emphasis.]

And I will have no loafing about on the job, you hear me young lady? I expect this to be finished by the time I come to check on you!

[ Oh, Maker, that pitch. She tries very hard not to burst out laughing again, but it's so... both funny and cringe-worthy at the same time. ]

Of course, Revered Mother. Right away.

[ She is going to go figure out how to get this space functional, though there won't be any heckling strangers for funds any time soon. ]

Is there anything else, Your Reverence, before I go?

[Oh it's not that bad - he's still more womanly than some of the Chantry Mothers.]

Hmmm. [Is there anything else to add to this surprisingly not unpleasant moment?] No, that is all. Be on your best behaviour now!

[ So, does that say more about him, or about the Mothers?

(She would say that it speaks more to the Mothers). ]

Yes, yes, all right. [ There's a lilting laugh, and she hesitates a moment before adding: ] And you'll let me know right away if you think of anything else, then?

[ Robyn is unwilling to end their little game, but she also won't stop the call abruptly. There should be at least a semi-serious offer of... what, conversation? Interaction? Something. Before she goes. ]

[It says more about the Mother's obviously. The stories he could tell - and apparently has.

Dropping back to his normal register he nods in agreement.]

Oh sure, count on it. [That's a little too flippant given she's making a serious offer. But do they really have to be serious? Can't they just... not?

Fine.] I will. And if you do too.... Or if you need help with something.

[Yes, even making a space to pray. Jokes aside, it is an important thing to have.]

[ No, they don't need to be serious. Wonderland is hardly a serious place, what with it sometimes burping up puppies (she heard) and producing items magically from closets (she knows from experience). ]

Or if a Wonderland Blight begins. [ It's a joke, but one made with a little hesitance, as if she expects it to happen just because she's said it. Thinking better of that, Robyn quickly clears her throat and closes with: ]

Goodbye, then. [ There's a smile, and she's gone off of the feed. ]