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[fatherlesskind]

[Alistair brightens when she chooses to stay, gesturing for her to make herself comfortable.

And then bats his eyelashes at her.] You really think I'm pretty?

[Pretty or not, the topic of dresses is one best left alone. Much like Chantry robes, there are some things the world just isn't ready for. Although he may lose the competition either way since Anders, being a mage, already wears a dress and therefore must be prettier.]

Can you imagine flying on the back of a griffon? [He sits forward eagerly, as bright-eyed as Robyn herself.] It would make getting around a lot quicker. If you didn't fall off.

[Before they can get any further into stories or fanciful daydreams about griffon riding, Oren seems to decide they're being too boring for him. Alistair snorts and shakes his head as the mabari bounds off but can't hide his disappointment as Robyn is forced to give chase.]

Sure! [Was that too eager?] Whenever you like, just ask. I'll make some stories up so it sounds like I know what I'm talking about.

[Watching her go Alistair picks himself up so he can go back to sorting out the mess he's made. At least she took Oren's new chew toy. That's one less thing to worry about.]