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[ Athessa gestures noncommitally at roughly the speed you'd expect from someone neck deep in treacle. ]

Not unless another clan wants to take pity on me, but I'm not even sure I'd want it, anyway.

[ She turns her head to regard him, her expression of awe muted by the elfroot haze and the languid relaxation it brings. The structural integrity of a Beanie Baby™. ]

I wish I could be not sad about stuff. Is that on purpose?

[ Dick hikes his brows, as mild in acceptance of her ambivalence as he is in most things. That’s fair.

Her next question isn’t necessarily more difficult to answer, but it is more complicated, and potentially more unsettling. His guard hasn’t entirely evaporated with his posture. ]

It’s the way that I am.

[ He woke up like this. ]

[ She could explain that it's their pity she wouldn't want, but she's too busy marveling at what, to her, seems like a stroke of good luck. ]

I'm the opposite. I feel too much all the time, whether I want to or not. Hence all the-- [ The paraphernalia is taken in with a sweeping gesture. Look, look at all this weed. ] --kinda makes it less...overwhelming.

[ A log shifts in the fire, stirring sparks through the smoke, and Richard watches embers glowing crisp at a freshly exposed edge. He’s quiet for a long time, peripherally aware of her sweeping gesture and the paraphernalia it encompasses. ]

Is that a Dalish predisposition or something unique to you?

[ He finally looks back over to her when he asks, manners coasting on backup power. ]

Pretty sure it's just me. But I dunno, I haven't asked anyone else if they feel the same.

[ Dick links his fingers between his knees, knuckles hooked together in a loose tangle. ]

There are ways to center the mind away from extremes in situations where getting stoned may not be practical.

[ He pauses to reflect: ]

Not that I’ve seen any evidence of it hindering your performance in the field.

Oh, I'm not usually stoned in the field. I mean, I've gotten stoned in fields but not.

[ Squint. ]

Not when I'm working, I mean. If I'm stoned while working? Something's wrong.

[ She's used smoke to keep injured people comfortable and disinclined to move around and hurt themselves before the healer arrives, so it stands to reason that she'd have to be in a similar strait. ]

...Being emotional, [ Richard clarifies, helpfully, after a beat that might be strange if he wasn’t committed to being strange all of the time. His posture hasn’t changed. ]

I haven’t seen any evidence of your being emotional hindering your ability to complete an objective.

[ The alternate denial is a curious one. He is clearly making a Mental Note -- prying interest briefly transparent in the furrow of his brow. ]

Oh. [ Granted, they haven't worked together all that often, but-- ] Well. That's reassuring I guess.

Maybe it's because I have an objective to focus on.

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