The little nug is being of more help right now than she knows, and he scratches her gently behind the ears once she has indicated her approval, distracting himself with the repetitive motion.
He can't pretend Wren's rejection was unprovoked. If he could say, with a shred of honesty, that there was no good reason for it--or no reason for it that wouldn't make him the object of judgment--he would, because he couldn't stand for Myr to think him incompetent or unworthy of his title. (Even if it makes him uneasy now; even if that little slip is far from lost on him, and he's had the reflexive urge now for weeks to tell Myr he doesn't have to use it--had Myr not caught himself, Simon would have had to intervene on his own and beg not to be called ser anymore.) But he can defend his judgment to Myr as well as he'd defended himself to Wren, for all the good the latter had done him in the end.
Just...not with the particulars of the situation. To betray Cade's secret to Myr after sacrificing his mentorship to keep it from Wren would be unforgivable. It takes some careful thought to figure out how to talk around it.
"Cade trusted me with a personal matter," he says finally, "and Coupe thinks I ought to have gone behind his back and told her about it against his wishes." It is a day for symbolically forgoing titles, it seems, though it nearly chokes him to do it now, to tar Wren with the same blatant mark of disrespect he uses for Norrington when the man isn't around to hear it.
"I'm not to have made my own judgment calls, she said." Knuckling down on Fereldans in a bar, there's trust for you, her voice echoes sneering in his head.
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He can't pretend Wren's rejection was unprovoked. If he could say, with a shred of honesty, that there was no good reason for it--or no reason for it that wouldn't make him the object of judgment--he would, because he couldn't stand for Myr to think him incompetent or unworthy of his title. (Even if it makes him uneasy now; even if that little slip is far from lost on him, and he's had the reflexive urge now for weeks to tell Myr he doesn't have to use it--had Myr not caught himself, Simon would have had to intervene on his own and beg not to be called ser anymore.) But he can defend his judgment to Myr as well as he'd defended himself to Wren, for all the good the latter had done him in the end.
Just...not with the particulars of the situation. To betray Cade's secret to Myr after sacrificing his mentorship to keep it from Wren would be unforgivable. It takes some careful thought to figure out how to talk around it.
"Cade trusted me with a personal matter," he says finally, "and Coupe thinks I ought to have gone behind his back and told her about it against his wishes." It is a day for symbolically forgoing titles, it seems, though it nearly chokes him to do it now, to tar Wren with the same blatant mark of disrespect he uses for Norrington when the man isn't around to hear it.
"I'm not to have made my own judgment calls, she said." Knuckling down on Fereldans in a bar, there's trust for you, her voice echoes sneering in his head.