Felix hadn't really been avoiding Fiona in the time they had both been in Haven and Skyhold so much as his illness had made it difficult for him to interact with her much. He still had this lingering sense of guilt that he should have been able to do more sooner to help her and her people. His work writing letters to Tevinter to encourage his allies to aid the Inquisition whenever possible had been part of making up for his long period of inactivity but he still hadn't made it up fully to Fiona and her people. After all, they had been the ones his father had planned to force into slavery in order to entice the Herald to Redcliffe. Fiona had even personally been manipulated in that ploy.
Now, though, he was well - at least in a manner of speaking. He had partaken in a Joining and was the newest Gray Warden in Skyhold. He had the False Calling to contend with, of course, but he could walk around and act without feeling like he was going to collapse. It was enough to make him deal with the sense of dread as the Calling's presence made him feel like he was meant to die anyway.
He didn't want to focus on that now, though. He wanted to talk to Fiona, to see what he could do for her and her people now that he had the ability. Redcliffe seemed as good a place as any to speak with her. He still wasn't sure how a vast majority of the mages felt about him and he didn't Fiona to deal with people judging her if they saw the two of them talking. Skyhold might be big, but it was still an enclosed space that made it easy to spy on conversations.
He wasn't sure exactly what to call her. 'Grand Enchanter' didn't seem to apply anymore and 'Fiona' seemed too impersonal. Still and old title was still better than a first name so when he approached and said, in a very calm but curious voice. "Grand Enchanter?"
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Now, though, he was well - at least in a manner of speaking. He had partaken in a Joining and was the newest Gray Warden in Skyhold. He had the False Calling to contend with, of course, but he could walk around and act without feeling like he was going to collapse. It was enough to make him deal with the sense of dread as the Calling's presence made him feel like he was meant to die anyway.
He didn't want to focus on that now, though. He wanted to talk to Fiona, to see what he could do for her and her people now that he had the ability. Redcliffe seemed as good a place as any to speak with her. He still wasn't sure how a vast majority of the mages felt about him and he didn't Fiona to deal with people judging her if they saw the two of them talking. Skyhold might be big, but it was still an enclosed space that made it easy to spy on conversations.
He wasn't sure exactly what to call her. 'Grand Enchanter' didn't seem to apply anymore and 'Fiona' seemed too impersonal. Still and old title was still better than a first name so when he approached and said, in a very calm but curious voice. "Grand Enchanter?"