Sister. For a second, Diana’s not the only one hit with the blunt shock of home.
Wren trains with the others, of course; Inquisition recruits, and mercenary forces, and even the scattered remains of their Order. It’s different now. There’s no love in the bond, so little trust she can extend.
Sister. A pang for Val Royeaux, leagues and years distant.
"My thanks," Wren manages, takes the hand. She may be proud, but she’s not stupid. Humility has already been served today. There’s nothing to prove by falling on her ass again and puncturing something important. "You — do. Likewise."
A huff of effort as they rise, a weary glance aside to her armor. She’ll need to ensure that's seen to. There are few here willing to abscond with a templar’s mail, but they're here all the same. One of the scouts can look to it; she'll wave someone down.
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Wren trains with the others, of course; Inquisition recruits, and mercenary forces, and even the scattered remains of their Order. It’s different now. There’s no love in the bond, so little trust she can extend.
Sister. A pang for Val Royeaux, leagues and years distant.
"My thanks," Wren manages, takes the hand. She may be proud, but she’s not stupid. Humility has already been served today. There’s nothing to prove by falling on her ass again and puncturing something important. "You — do. Likewise."
A huff of effort as they rise, a weary glance aside to her armor. She’ll need to ensure that's seen to. There are few here willing to abscond with a templar’s mail, but they're here all the same. One of the scouts can look to it; she'll wave someone down.
"Where did you — ah — learn?"
The healers’ tents are blessedly not far.