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Mairead didn’t quite know what she felt for Morrigan. She admired her, it was true. Perhaps it was only that, but she admired other people, too, and none of them inspired the same feeling in her.
She loved watching Leliana and Morrigan talk. More than she should have, really, considering it was normally an argument. She ought not to have been so amused by her girlfriend and Morrigan’s disagreements, but she was, even so. She could have watched them, in argument or in stillness, forever. She didn’t know what that feeling meant, and she wasn’t sure she dared ask Leliana, but it had to mean something.