[There might be some ego in the wearing of the robes. The flaunting of her status as the Champion of Kirkwall. She was a known apostate by that time -- the fight against the Arishok had required a lot of magic and a lot of power.
And she'd been hailed as Champion.
So, somehow, she'd become a tolerated apostate, and she embraced it.
The sight of him? She recognizes those clothes. Not exactly, but they're close enough to what she wore with Athenril. What Carver wore. Because, Maker, he does look like Carver. Which, for just a moment, stuns her. This is what Carver could have been, what he might have looked like.
But she takes a deep breath to smile. To try and greet him like there's nothing wrong.]
Thank you.
This is... unexpected. I don't have another word for it.
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And she'd been hailed as Champion.
So, somehow, she'd become a tolerated apostate, and she embraced it.
The sight of him? She recognizes those clothes. Not exactly, but they're close enough to what she wore with Athenril. What Carver wore. Because, Maker, he does look like Carver. Which, for just a moment, stuns her. This is what Carver could have been, what he might have looked like.
But she takes a deep breath to smile. To try and greet him like there's nothing wrong.]
Thank you.
This is... unexpected. I don't have another word for it.