[Taliesin's eyes flick upwards the moment Shael bursts into the room, though for a long moment, that's the only part of him that moves. The drowsiness that had been creeping over him, claiming him by inches, had vanished in an instant, and though he's still tired, his mind is yet sharp enough for him to consider his response carefully.
Because he knows very well what Shael was asking. The choice he has to make is: should he let the other mage off easy and simply answer the question, or...should he make Shael explain himself? The former was the simpler option, to be sure--for himself as well as Shael--but...simpler was not always better, and wasn't always what was needed.
And in this case, he thought to himself, I should think it would be for the best if he talked it out. Maker knows people like him express their truest feelings little enough...
Finally, the Inquisitor closes the book in his hands with a pointed snap, sits up, then leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, all the while never once looking away from Shael or changing his intent, openly contemplating expression.]
I'm sorry...
[Those words, as well as the ones following them, come so slow as to nearly qualify as a drawl, utterly calm and unruffled in the face of the other mage's wild-eyed appearance.]
...But I'm going to have to ask you to expand on that a bit. 'Why'...what?
FIXING THE TAG STYLE omg I'm sorry for prosing errywhar ;_;
Because he knows very well what Shael was asking. The choice he has to make is: should he let the other mage off easy and simply answer the question, or...should he make Shael explain himself? The former was the simpler option, to be sure--for himself as well as Shael--but...simpler was not always better, and wasn't always what was needed.
And in this case, he thought to himself, I should think it would be for the best if he talked it out. Maker knows people like him express their truest feelings little enough...
Finally, the Inquisitor closes the book in his hands with a pointed snap, sits up, then leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, all the while never once looking away from Shael or changing his intent, openly contemplating expression.]
I'm sorry...
[Those words, as well as the ones following them, come so slow as to nearly qualify as a drawl, utterly calm and unruffled in the face of the other mage's wild-eyed appearance.]
...But I'm going to have to ask you to expand on that a bit. 'Why'...what?