She's gotten better at knowing what fear looks like, but never what it looks like when it's afraid of her. Fern drops her expressive gaze to her hand and curls her fingers almost protectively around her palm. She bites her lower lip.
"It closes rifts?" The statement almost sounds like a question the way she says it, because, "At least, that's what they've told me they do. I haven't tried yet, though, I've been--too scared to try." And too green to combat magic to be worth much of anything on an away mission with Nell, though she's trying now, trying so very hard--oh.
Oh, no, her magic--
She gives her head a hurried little shake and covers her mouth. "I'm so sorry," she blurts out, "you came all this way, but I can't go home. I don't know when I'll ever go home, this thing hurts me so badly when I'm away from Kirkwall even for a little bit. You should go," she presses him again, turning her eyes to his pleadingly, "you should go tell everyone I'm fine. I'm fine, Finch." She even tries to smile to make it so. It doesn't really work.
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"It closes rifts?" The statement almost sounds like a question the way she says it, because, "At least, that's what they've told me they do. I haven't tried yet, though, I've been--too scared to try." And too green to combat magic to be worth much of anything on an away mission with Nell, though she's trying now, trying so very hard--oh.
Oh, no, her magic--
She gives her head a hurried little shake and covers her mouth. "I'm so sorry," she blurts out, "you came all this way, but I can't go home. I don't know when I'll ever go home, this thing hurts me so badly when I'm away from Kirkwall even for a little bit. You should go," she presses him again, turning her eyes to his pleadingly, "you should go tell everyone I'm fine. I'm fine, Finch." She even tries to smile to make it so. It doesn't really work.