Leliana: My dear Inquisitor, might I have a moment of your time?
Inquisitor: Certainly. Please, feel free to speak of anything you wish.
L: Well… I have noticed that you are spending a lot of time in Josephine’s company.
Inq: Lady Montilyet? Well, yes, she’s a valued advisor.
L: And you seek her… advice… often.
Inq: As needed, yes. She is extremely capable, and her guidance has been most welcome.
L: I’ve seen the way you look at her.
Inq: …what?
L: Those lingering glances when she delivers her reports…
Inq: …how…. you’re not even in the room when…
L: The way your cheeks flush whenever she speaks…
Inq: …*incoherent stammering*
L: Let me be clear. I have known Josephine for some time. I consider her a friend. A dear friend. And if you EVER deign to hurt her - lie, cheat, berate, betray… even if you so much as accidentally break one of her quills, I. WILL. RUIN. YOU.
Inq: …
L: I am a bard, trained by the finest. I know 1001 poisons and 230 places on the body where a blade would strike fast and true. But if you harm her in any way, I will use the dullest and rustiest knife to cut out your eyeballs and then feed them to you, do you understand me?
Inq: … yes, ma’am.
L: Good. *casually brushes off the front of her armor*
L: I wish you both much happiness.
Inq: …
Inq: … thank you.
Also a sketch by her:
