Post by Fenris on Jul 31, 2016 16:28:40 GMT -5
SAAREBAS
The medicine? Right. The very medicine he had been first concerned about, having been distrustful of everything initially, but eventually giving in for her sake. It was better than magic, at any rate, and if it was helping her sleep better he was willing to cooperate. "That's good." he responded, setting his greatsword aside, leaning against the wall, before he crossed over the room to meet her. At her question, he merely nodded. "Someone's got to do the dirty work." he sighed, but didn't mind it too much. While he'd rather be here 24/7, protecting Hawke, he realized it helped being able to go out before he'd lose his mind to stress. He had a feeling Aveline purposely assigned him to things just for that reason, making sure to make Fenris comfortable by giving him jobs that weren't too far from Hightown.
Unsurprisingly, Zaria had taken his hand, though grumbled a weak protest as she lead him to the bed. He was covered in blood, she was going to get filthy. But he didn't actively argue against it either, resigning to his fate without much complaint and simply falling into routine, an arm draped around her as she leaned into him.
The elf sighed, closing his eyes a bit as he relaxed, only to frown as she admitted her fears. It was natural, but he really wished she wouldn't worry. "Aveline tells me she has guards keeping an eye out for any strange Qunari." he began. "No large group are going to be able to show up without notice." he insisted, and no doubt with such a powerful target, there would be a lot on their way to hunt her down. In the off chance they did try to play smart and send a smaller group, "And I'll always be nearby. No one is getting to you without getting through me first." Hence why he kept his armor on, even when he was supposed to be relaxing. He was ever prepared for an attack, and wouldn't settle until this situation was resolved. "It's been years since then," he began, knowing just what she feared about them arriving. They all had to fight against that attack. "We are better prepared to deal with them." he insisted, growing less tense as her fingers ghosted over his markings. Years ago he might have been repulsed by the touch, but now, with her at least, he found the sensation calming, even as his markings dimly glowed beneath her touch, reacting to her magic. He wasn't going to lie to her and tell her that an attack wasn't possible, but he had faith that Kirkwall would not fall. It had dealt with a lot of hardships and it was still standing, after all.
When she paused, he looked over to her, starting to adjust to these episodes of hers. He rubbed her arm with his free hand, gently coaxing her out of it if she wasn't able to snap out of it on her own.
Unsurprisingly, Zaria had taken his hand, though grumbled a weak protest as she lead him to the bed. He was covered in blood, she was going to get filthy. But he didn't actively argue against it either, resigning to his fate without much complaint and simply falling into routine, an arm draped around her as she leaned into him.
The elf sighed, closing his eyes a bit as he relaxed, only to frown as she admitted her fears. It was natural, but he really wished she wouldn't worry. "Aveline tells me she has guards keeping an eye out for any strange Qunari." he began. "No large group are going to be able to show up without notice." he insisted, and no doubt with such a powerful target, there would be a lot on their way to hunt her down. In the off chance they did try to play smart and send a smaller group, "And I'll always be nearby. No one is getting to you without getting through me first." Hence why he kept his armor on, even when he was supposed to be relaxing. He was ever prepared for an attack, and wouldn't settle until this situation was resolved. "It's been years since then," he began, knowing just what she feared about them arriving. They all had to fight against that attack. "We are better prepared to deal with them." he insisted, growing less tense as her fingers ghosted over his markings. Years ago he might have been repulsed by the touch, but now, with her at least, he found the sensation calming, even as his markings dimly glowed beneath her touch, reacting to her magic. He wasn't going to lie to her and tell her that an attack wasn't possible, but he had faith that Kirkwall would not fall. It had dealt with a lot of hardships and it was still standing, after all.
When she paused, he looked over to her, starting to adjust to these episodes of hers. He rubbed her arm with his free hand, gently coaxing her out of it if she wasn't able to snap out of it on her own.