( The smile doesn't drop when he turns away, but her sharp interest in her surroundings drifts from her host to his space; the things he chooses to have around him and all of the exits.
She sits, too, makes herself comfortable with one (bare, a new habit) foot tucked beneath herself in such a way as to not much slow her if she should need to move suddenly. The letters are offered forward -
These, though. These are the handiwork of children; she's already removed their drawings, but it's immediately apparent from the writing and their tone, the content. Letters from four little mages of Orlais, Katherose and Annouche and Benoit and Thierry: all of them imprinted onto their rescuer like baby ducks, telling her stories of Skyhold and how many baths they've had and the return to lessons.
The frights at night; the dreams and memories that she had been talisman against while she shepherded them up the mountains. How they cling to one another still, how they miss those who are gone and those they may never know the truth of.
Benoit says his tattoo is healing very nicely and he covered it up with his gloves like she suggested. )
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( The smile doesn't drop when he turns away, but her sharp interest in her surroundings drifts from her host to his space; the things he chooses to have around him and all of the exits.
She sits, too, makes herself comfortable with one (bare, a new habit) foot tucked beneath herself in such a way as to not much slow her if she should need to move suddenly. The letters are offered forward -
These, though. These are the handiwork of children; she's already removed their drawings, but it's immediately apparent from the writing and their tone, the content. Letters from four little mages of Orlais, Katherose and Annouche and Benoit and Thierry: all of them imprinted onto their rescuer like baby ducks, telling her stories of Skyhold and how many baths they've had and the return to lessons.
The frights at night; the dreams and memories that she had been talisman against while she shepherded them up the mountains. How they cling to one another still, how they miss those who are gone and those they may never know the truth of.
Benoit says his tattoo is healing very nicely and he covered it up with his gloves like she suggested. )