"You're the gardener for the whole city, too?" Fern asks, looking both surprised and a bit awed; she never thought that a city would give an elf like them that kind of responsibility. It's the wrong conclusion to draw, but not exactly an illogical one; the Chantry grounds are in Hightown, which is about as far as one can get from the Inquisition's headquarters in the Gallows.
Then, deciding to summon up her courage and just Go For It, "Do you need help? With the gardening? I mean--can I help?" This said with another small smile that probably looks more hopeful than she intends it to.
Sina's blush returns; she's never been able to handle any kind of flattery, or... you know, people looking at her that way. She's always been so matter-of-fact about her roles in the clan and the Inquisition, it's hard to see anything exciting about them.
She looks surprised by Fern's question, if only because she can't imagine why that would take so long to ask. "Oh-- always," she replies, "the more people willing to help, the better."
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Then, deciding to summon up her courage and just Go For It, "Do you need help? With the gardening? I mean--can I help?" This said with another small smile that probably looks more hopeful than she intends it to.
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She looks surprised by Fern's question, if only because she can't imagine why that would take so long to ask. "Oh-- always," she replies, "the more people willing to help, the better."