[ Okay that actually brings her around. She blinks, her normal frown falling in place and her hands going to her hips. ]
No, normal babies. Surprisingly healthy, come to that, given they kept coming out. I'd be more concerned about the mother starving to death, but they're well off enough to manage.
I suppose the virility of young surface males is a natural phenomenon. [ She eyes Barrow with what looks like suspicion. ]
[He wavers his hand around as if looking for a word,]
...metaphorical.
[Look, there was once a time when he had to take this stuff seriously. However, he is instantly distracted by the look she gives him, as if he's done something wrong and he just doesn't know what yet. He cocks his head with a pleasant, curious smile.]
I'm afraid there's not much a Templar can do about that.
[Barrow blinks down at her, then up into the middle distance, with that same smile as before, as though his entire brain is quietly short-circuiting but he's too polite to mention it.]
[This assertion yields a strange feeling. Is it... affront? Barrow can't shave in the morning without having stubble later that night.
He didn't work too hard to get where he is, but surely his manful body hair deserves some recognition.]
I think you'd be surprised if you saw me in the morning, Sister, [he says genially, waggling his considerable eyebrows--he might as well be a rascal and double the meaning, while they're both here.]
[ She'd definitely have smacked him again if he threw that last bit in. As it is, she just frowns up at him with her hands on her hips, the picture of tiny indignation. ]
Well! Now I don't know who to ask who you might know. All of them seem about as young as you, but if you ain't young at all.
[ She ponders that. ] They can't all be old or we would have more joint problems around here.
Figured that was a lyrium side effect, you being a templar and all.
[ And she does consider this a moment. ]
It doesn't make a bit of sense, of course, but most things surfacers do don't make sense, so I suppose it all fits at least. Now this is just going to bother me.
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[ She takes a step closer, the wild look increasing. If he weren't so inconveniently tall, she might have grabbed his collar for emphasis. ]
Seven babies. Seven!
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[He's tempted to take a step back, but restrains himself.]
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No, normal babies. Surprisingly healthy, come to that, given they kept coming out. I'd be more concerned about the mother starving to death, but they're well off enough to manage.
I suppose the virility of young surface males is a natural phenomenon. [ She eyes Barrow with what looks like suspicion. ]
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[He wavers his hand around as if looking for a word,]
...metaphorical.
[Look, there was once a time when he had to take this stuff seriously. However, he is instantly distracted by the look she gives him, as if he's done something wrong and he just doesn't know what yet. He cocks his head with a pleasant, curious smile.]
I'm afraid there's not much a Templar can do about that.
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[ And in her state, she might have agreed begrudgingly, but there's a new curiosity right before her now: ]
How long were you a templar before the rebellion or whatever they're calling it these days?
[ Sleep deprivation has not improved her tact. ]
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...twenty...? Years? Fuck.
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Twenty years? You're joking. You'd have hardly been old enough to be away from your mother.
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...how old do you think I am, Sawbones?
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Well, it's always hard to tell when you lot are so tall, but you can't be older than me with a face like that. And I'm not in my 30s yet.
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What,
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I suppose you might be in the 30s. Certainly not older than Bastien or that Silver duster.
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--what,
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[ His confusion is getting exasperating. ]
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[He's downright tickled.]
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Please. I know you lot do that business with the knives to your face, but you hardly look old enough to grow a proper beard.
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He didn't work too hard to get where he is, but surely his manful body hair deserves some recognition.]
I think you'd be surprised if you saw me in the morning, Sister, [he says genially, waggling his considerable eyebrows--he might as well be a rascal and double the meaning, while they're both here.]
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I've sawed off legs that have more hair on 'em than that bit of fluff you get in the morning. Go on, how old are you then.
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Forty-nine.
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Well, that can't be right.
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Me more than anyone it seems. How old is that Marcus then? I thought you two were the same age.
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Hey!
[He holds up his hands as if to defend himself,]
I don't know! We aren't acquainted!
[You can't just start hitting people!
Unless you're like.
Into that.]
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Well! Now I don't know who to ask who you might know. All of them seem about as young as you, but if you ain't young at all.
[ She ponders that. ] They can't all be old or we would have more joint problems around here.
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I have joint problems!
[He motions to himself.]
...though for what it's worth, I think I'm one of the oldest people here.
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Figured that was a lyrium side effect, you being a templar and all.
[ And she does consider this a moment. ]
It doesn't make a bit of sense, of course, but most things surfacers do don't make sense, so I suppose it all fits at least. Now this is just going to bother me.
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