[OPEN] Dance of the Herbal Tea Fairy

[eolasemah]

WHO: Sina and you!
WHAT: Deliveries of herbal concoctions, helpfully plucked and dried from our very own Skyhold gardens. Need a tea blend, a potion, a poultice, a pinch of a rare herb for your nefarious research? Surely you've sent word down to the gardens, and the delivery is on its way.
WHEN: Throughout Haring
WHERE: All over Skyhold
NOTES: Just assume you've made the request and say where you are in your reply! Also please feel free to run into her somewhere even if you're not waiting on herbs.

Sina, dressed warmly in her cloak and scarves, with boots too large and gloves with holes for the fingers, traverses Skyhold with a basket of small herbal packets for wherever in the Keep they're needed.

She's too shy to meet eyes with most passersby, and could likely be mistaken as a servant by some if not for her vallaslin and the green glow emanating from her sternum, even beneath the scarves. But now is the time to be brave and make herself useful, with a hopeful side-effect of meeting more of Skyhold's populace.

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[gatheringstorm]

Korrin doesn't normally need much in the way of herbal supplies, but after offering people strong liquor and getting Chaya's recipe for a hangover cure, she's making an exception. There might not be enough to go around, and she doesn't want to overtax Chaya's generosity. It's as much for herself as it is for anyone who doesn't take her advice, of which she's sure will be plenty. So she'll send word to the garden and be waiting on the second floor of the tavern while writing letters. Might as well get those out of the way before her scouting mission in Emprise du Lion.

[eolasemah]

Although the tavern frightened her, Sina had made a commitment to her duty and she would take it seriously. She picked her way through the crowded first floor, and was met with only mild relief when the second floor was less rowdy. She straightened some when she noticed Korrin, a small smile twitching up the corners of her mouth as she made her way over.
"Hello again," she greeted sweetly, "you called for some ingredients?"

[gatheringstorm]

Glancing up from regaling her company with the latest news of the Fallow Mire, Korrin smiles at Sina. She remembers the Dalish woman from their last conversation, about her chest-shard. Her curiosity and concern satisfied, she doesn't linger on it now, nor does she go out of her way to avoid looking. Her focus easily turns to the herbs, nodding.

"Hello, Sina. And yes, I did. I figure that since I have liquor to share, I might as well have some hangover remedies prepared. It's only fair, right?"

[eolasemah]

"I suppose it is," Sina said, offering out the basket for Korrin's perusal and nodding shyly at her company. "It seems... insensible that people would drink so much, when there is so much that requires our alertness. But..." She blushed and smiled, realizing nobody had asked for her opinion. "...never mind. Forgive me."

[gatheringstorm]

Leaning over, Korrin peers at the items and nods, satisfied. That blush and smile are adorable, unasked opinion or not, so she just smiles warmly in response, no rebuke. "Don't worry about it. And you're not wrong, at least when we're out in the field. I'd never have condoned this in the Fallow Mire or elsewhere. But when surrounded by fortress walls, it can help to take an evening off and unwind a bit."

And she wouldn't subject Sina to qunari liquor unless the latter is really insistent for some reason, but.... "Speaking of unwinding, you're welcome to join. You don't have to drink that stuff; I can always get something set aside for those who don't want to destroy their stomachs, anyway."

[eolasemah]

Having passed off the order, Sina was ready to step away again when Korrin gave the invitation. Sina blinked widely at her, then looked between the woman and her companions, almost entirely strangers. "Oh, I--"
Her face flushed again, right to the tips of her ears. "Ma s-- thank you. But I should go." She ducked her head and backed away, stumbling into an occupied chair with a small sound of dismay.

[gatheringstorm]

Strangers, yes, but that's all the more reason to fix it, in Korrin's mind. She leans back, folding up her letters for later. It's nothing that can't wait, especially when she'll need something to do in Emprise du Lion anyway.

"You work as hard as anyone else here, as far as I've seen. You deserve a break, too, if you can afford one. At least think about coming back after you've made your other deliveries."

[eolasemah]

Sina paused in her haste to get away, clutching the basket handle in her pale, thin hands. She seemed to consider what Korrin had said, albeit dubiously. "I'll... I'll think about it," she decided, with a quick but genuine smile.

[gatheringstorm]

Considering it is enough for Korrin, who doesn't want to pressure Sina into anything but wants to make it clear that she's welcome. She smiles back with a firm nod. "That's good enough for me. I'd like to spend as much time as I can with everyone before I head out."

[eolasemah]

Sina nodded to her as she stepped away, clearly intent on making her way out of the tavern. But she would consider it. She would! She just... might not have the gumption to slink back in here without the clear excuse of making a delivery.