[Dalish or not, he doubtless hears her coming well before she actually comes into view. Then again, Leilith isn't particularly trying to be quiet; maybe it's subconscious, inborn wild wood-elf instincts coming to the fore, but she'd rather not surprise the twitchy apostate mage who specializes in fire magic.
And so she yanks open the door leading down into the cellar without care, letting it swing closed behind her, and comes clattering down the stairs, a whirlwind of life and questions and constant motion.
The Shael she finds, though, seems somewhat different than usual. He doesn't immediately tell her off for being loud on her way down, or for letting the door slam, for starters. He's let most the candles burn down and drown in their own wax, or gutter out from the general draftiness of the basement. And he seems pretty withdraw and moody, even for him.
The five years or so that they've known each other haven't changed her much: she's still tiny, still stubborn and strong-willed, still oblivious to far too many things. The vallaslin on her face and the way she braids her hair are really all that's changed over the years. Which means the only thing for this situation is...a blunt statement, followed by (as usual) a question.]
...You're sitting all alone down here in the dark, you know. What's the matter with you?
AND HERE COMES *EXACTLY* THE PERSON HE WANTS TO SEE RIGHT NOW
And so she yanks open the door leading down into the cellar without care, letting it swing closed behind her, and comes clattering down the stairs, a whirlwind of life and questions and constant motion.
The Shael she finds, though, seems somewhat different than usual. He doesn't immediately tell her off for being loud on her way down, or for letting the door slam, for starters. He's let most the candles burn down and drown in their own wax, or gutter out from the general draftiness of the basement. And he seems pretty withdraw and moody, even for him.
The five years or so that they've known each other haven't changed her much: she's still tiny, still stubborn and strong-willed, still oblivious to far too many things. The vallaslin on her face and the way she braids her hair are really all that's changed over the years. Which means the only thing for this situation is...a blunt statement, followed by (as usual) a question.]
...You're sitting all alone down here in the dark, you know. What's the matter with you?