//Josie being full on concerned that she’s witnessing Cullen’s second descent into madness and having no idea how to handle it

Okay, this was getting to be too much. She could no longer stifle her giggles. She spoke through them the best she could “Maybe...maybe someone...who thinks you’re a knob?”

When the giggle fit dies down, she returns her attention to the commander. “I don’t think you’re a knob, Cullen. I am merely saying that someone else might. A knob is an insult and innuendo, if that information suffices.” She doesn’t want to say dick.

Definitely doesn’t think about returning to her bard days. Ever. At all. Nope.

She frowned in response. “I’m sorry, Commander. I’m not sure why someone would think this, but hopefully it all blows over soon.” Is really, really hoping she doesn’t have to find Varric’s dead body later.

“Who are you thinking of?” She asks. She has to, why would Varric care about Cullen’s sternness? He isn’t under his command. “Not to be a gossip, of course, just trying to help.” Will probably hit her head off of her clipboard if he says Deacon.

//Josie trying so hard only to realize that Cullen CLEARLY thinks everyone dislikes him and then being like “bitch nO”

She lets out a deep sigh, trying not to stab her forehead with her jewelry as it impacts with the palm of her hand. “I am almost certain that it is not Deacon.” Whatever he did to piss Varric off, the poor man clearly doesn’t know what it is.

She frowns, desperately wanting to help the man but not wanting to betray another friend in the process. “What if you retraced your steps from before this mischief began? Maybe then you’ll discover who you upset.”

She smiled at him before he turned away, “Thank you and your prankster for lightening the mood.” After he turns to leave, she pinched the bridge of her nose and shakes her head. The poor, naive man.

May or may not have journal entries on the personalities of several Inquisition members. May or may not be why she is always taking notes, even when it seems unnecessary.

Does not know who this woman who is in her present company, but is glad for it, whether she’ll say that—or anything—is another story.

Sends C. Rutherford a door knob by post.

“...Fair enough.”

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𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖔𝖓 𝕲𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖗, ɪ ғᴇᴇʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴀʀᴍs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ sᴛᴏɴᴇ. ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴀɢᴇ ʀᴘ ᴏᴄ 𝟷𝟾+ ʀᴏɢᴜᴇ #pennedbycrim

Pops up behind 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐒., jabbing him slightly with the back of her writing board.