Roen winced. She really wished she was not so easy to read. No point in trying to hide things now.
“He is…absolutely…infuriating.†She groaned. “What did you call him the other day? A massive pain. That would do.†Roen found that once she started, it quickly became easier to just let her annoyance be known. After all, who better to talk about the smuggler than his First Mate?
“A roguish pirate chasing skirts. I should know better than to expect anything else.†She slumped down onto the cot, rubbing her face. “Your captain and I are…oil and water. Either we are arguing, or he is just plain trying to fluster me.†She gave Daegsatz an exasperated look. “I do not mind the arguments. I knew he and I saw things fundamentally differently from the start. And oddly enough, perhaps that is what drew me to him. That despite our differences, we still wanted the same thing.â€
The paladin sighed and leaned back against the wall. Perhaps it was Daegsatz’s forthright nature or his simple but intuitive wisdom that she found in him an easy outlet for the frustrations that had occupied her mind of late. “But why must he always try to have an upper hand in every exchange we have? It is as if he takes unique pleasure in seeing me stammer and falter. That man! He is just so...so...â€
Roen finally paused in her rant to take a breath, wrinkling her nose. She gave Roegadyn a look of apology at the sudden string of grumblings and grouses. She reminded herself that she was here to make his day better, not fill it with her troubles. She shrugged.
“So...how are you?†she finally asked awkwardly.
“He is…absolutely…infuriating.†She groaned. “What did you call him the other day? A massive pain. That would do.†Roen found that once she started, it quickly became easier to just let her annoyance be known. After all, who better to talk about the smuggler than his First Mate?
“A roguish pirate chasing skirts. I should know better than to expect anything else.†She slumped down onto the cot, rubbing her face. “Your captain and I are…oil and water. Either we are arguing, or he is just plain trying to fluster me.†She gave Daegsatz an exasperated look. “I do not mind the arguments. I knew he and I saw things fundamentally differently from the start. And oddly enough, perhaps that is what drew me to him. That despite our differences, we still wanted the same thing.â€
The paladin sighed and leaned back against the wall. Perhaps it was Daegsatz’s forthright nature or his simple but intuitive wisdom that she found in him an easy outlet for the frustrations that had occupied her mind of late. “But why must he always try to have an upper hand in every exchange we have? It is as if he takes unique pleasure in seeing me stammer and falter. That man! He is just so...so...â€
Roen finally paused in her rant to take a breath, wrinkling her nose. She gave Roegadyn a look of apology at the sudden string of grumblings and grouses. She reminded herself that she was here to make his day better, not fill it with her troubles. She shrugged.
“So...how are you?†she finally asked awkwardly.
