:Er, just me, it sounds like: Amshalan's mindvoice is laden with trepidation. 

:...would you like me to sit right here and refuse to get down so he can't get you alone, or do you think you should go along with it in which case I'd like to be dropped off at my room?:

Mental chuckle. :I'm not sure it's a good idea but I do kind of want to - well, not see his face, Companions don't really express emotions that way, but watch his reaction anyway to you not backing down: 

:If that's the only reason I'm sure you'll have a chance later, I anticipate it coming up a few times:

:That's the main one. I'm a grownup, I can handle a lecture. If you want I could relay to you? He probably won't check: 

:Yeah, okay. You can drop me off and tell me what he's on about over lunch:

Amshalan presumably Mindspeaks something to Rolan, and then carries her back to the guest wing and drops her off with her father and snuffles at her hair. :Enjoy your lunch: 

"Will do." Pat pat. "Good luck."

And shortly later, Rolan reaches her. :Amshalan: 

Amshalan shares this with Belrun from a distance, apparently in a way that isn't obvious to Rolan. :Yes?: she sends, very innocently. 

:What exactly were you thinking: 

Belrun sets up to take notes on this conversation.

:You know I was Called to her: 

:You were. Past tense. That was before certain events went very out of control and made it a deeply unwise decision to Choose her: 

Amshalan tosses her head. :I was still getting the Call though! It ebbed and flowed a bit but didn't go away. And, I don't know, seems like a reasonable choice to me. It got everyone to calm down and start talking again: 

Huh, Calls ebb and flow? To ask about later. She writes it down rather than interrupt.

:You know what I mean: 

:...I don't, actually? She very politely informed me she had changed her mind about not wanting to be Chosen so I Chose her. Honestly you should be pleased about it, you were complaining so much a few days ago:  

Frustrated neigh. :This is going to be very disruptive: 

:The situation was already disruptive! I hope this will be LESS disruptive than the alternative: 

(It probably won't though. For certain values of disruptive. Rolan - or Taver, she supposes - probably did not pitch this much of a fit over the Karsite invasion, which is substantially similar to the relevant alternative in that it is an invasion.)

Rolan stops. Goes very quiet for a while. 

:You have changed: 

Amshalan shifts her weight, prances a bit. :Have I?: 

Well he was going to find out EVENTUALLY but this is a kind of uncomfortable amount of implied mindreading-or-whatever.

:I am not sure what - you speak differently than before... It would be helpful of you to tell me: He waits.