*she looks over at him. she speaks up* Can....I have a cup too?...*she asks gingerly. she wants his company, but also knows she needs time alone to process*
*She goes over and gently takes his hands. Looking into his eyes.* Gale...They would have killed us if we ran away....Or beat us if we refused....No matter what, we had to do what they wanted or we would have died....You don't have to feel bad...It's not your fault....You had to....
*cups his face in her hands gently* I can't hate you. And you shouldn't beat yourself up over this. The only ones to blame is Astarion and Rilith. No one else.