[So to the Qunari delegation quarters she goes. It's in the company of some fresh faced physician idealistic enough to have not refused the work outright once explained and with a basket on one arm. She spends the entirety of the trip over picking loose threads from the young doctor's shirt. Who dressed you like this? Is this a Rifwatch issued shirt? Look at this cuff; if you wear it any further, it may come away from the sleeve.
Suffice to say, the pair of then paint quite the unimpressive picture at the doorway. He is some tall narrow rail of a young man and she falls entirely in his shadow - small even in her belted hip length coat with its patterned collar and lapels. She is all greys and limpid greens and she is tapping absently on the basket with her fingers, a minor clack clack of fingernails there which stop abruptly as the door opens.]
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Suffice to say, the pair of then paint quite the unimpressive picture at the doorway. He is some tall narrow rail of a young man and she falls entirely in his shadow - small even in her belted hip length coat with its patterned collar and lapels. She is all greys and limpid greens and she is tapping absently on the basket with her fingers, a minor clack clack of fingernails there which stop abruptly as the door opens.]
Messere chest wound, I presume?