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[elegiaque]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Gwenaëlle and Alistair.
RECIPIENT: Everyone else.
WHAT: Someone had an accident with a power she didn't know she had.
WHEN: Before Kirkwall.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: Undignified injury to cool guy.

Excuse me-

( slightly urgent, the wobbly delivery of someone who has been possibly moments ago in tears of shock and very sudden, awful disappointment )

Excuse me, we need a healer. At once, thank you. To the ramparts. Right now.

Comments

[limier]

Very well.

[ Not a shield, there's one for the editorial. A conspicuous pause as she pushes patience into her voice. Calm. ]

When he went to throw, how did it feel? You said that it has been some time — did you notice any difference?

[elegiaque]

I -

( she stops, makes herself think. unwillingly, )

A bit. It felt strange. I didn't have time to think, he was already-

[limier]

You have time now. Steady. [ One-two-three — ] It is done. You are sitting down,

[ An assumption she's happy to repeat, just in case.

Dear Comte, We figured out the hand problem, She can envision herself writing. Until Lady Vauquelin tripped over her skirts and fell to her death below. Very tragic. There would probably be paintings. ]

The healer shall arrive shortly.

[ No more surprises in store. ]

When you showed me, before this, was that the last time you had summoned it?

[elegiaque]

Yes. I hadn't, since -

( her brain stutters to an awful stillness. she's already sitting, holding alistair's arm, she just ... keeps doing that. )

not for months.

[limier]

[ wellp ]

I see. [ A point to bear investigation later. When there's true privacy (hello Alistair how's the burning), when there isn't already so terribly much going on. ] We will speak more of this later. For the moment —

I need you to do something for me, Gwenaëlle. When your friend is settled, I need you to write down everything you recall of what happened. As though you were recording a diary. For yourself alone.

[elegiaque]

( it's good advice. it's the conclusion she'd have come to on her own about what to do - eventually, though, when it was less new and maybe some of the details were already gone. that she wants to argue it is nothing but her back pressed to a wall, her exits closing in on her before her eyes. )

All right,

( unhappily quiet. )