[ CLOSED ] A general collision with all that stands as such

[fleurdesel]

WHO: Adelaide Leblanc, Sina, Cullen Rutherford, Vivienne, Felix
WHAT: Adelaide has wound herself tight enough to snap, people notice.
WHEN: A few days after the Abomination
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Stress, swearing, unhealthy coping mechanisms, prompts will be in the post proper.

It is what it is. But what it is has twisted and knotted and tangled itself so thoroughly that not even her daily meditations have been of any help. Since the attack Adelaide has kept as calm as she could, kept to herself when possible, and recovered quietly. With the aftermath spelling more issues that demand a choice, standards that must be set and kept, and an impending meeting to discuss and establish the same? The pressure to make the right choice is ever present. There is not one part of Adelaide's life where she hasn't pulled on the tightest mask possible, one of cool competence and civility. It cannot last. Something will have to give- she can only hope it isn't her.

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Sina - The Healing Tents

[fleurdesel]

She can let go a little in the healing tents. Where the work is familiar and the poultices that need grinding are many. With the garden ravaged by the attack they must be more efficient with their limited supplies until more sources of Elfroot and dawn's lotus are secured. As such every trick she's picked up from the workshops, everything she's learned herself from others to make the potions more potent she employs.

The work is repetitive and soothing in it's tedium. Perhaps enough to set her mind at ease.

[eolasemah]

Sina was dealing with the dual blow of being in pain and having had her work destroyed in the gardens, and convalescing in the healing tents wasn't doing much for her mood. On a warmish afternoon, when she was feeling a bit stronger, she peered out of the tent flap to see Adelaide sitting nearby and working on poultices.
Ensuring that she wore a robe to avoid a scolding, Sina padded out to sit next to her, tucking her feet up on the chair so she could cover them with the robe. Like most elves, she didn't mind being barefoot, but they did get cold when she wasn't walking.

Without wanting to disturb the woman, Sina simply rested her chin on her knees and watched her quietly, waiting for Adelaide to speak if she felt like it. Otherwise, she was happy to be a calm presence in a companionable silence.

[fleurdesel]

An audience meant expectations could be met or fallen short of in short order- all the more reason for her to be seen out and about. Healthy. Well. Acting in the better interests of the Inquisition by restocking the stores of potions and poultices used during the event. The incident.

Even writing it away like that in her mind left a foul taste in her mouth.

Her lips twisted as she ground the elfroot into a paste, only looking up at the dim nudge of Compassion. Sina- for all that she was a patient and peer of Adelaide's, expected little of her beyond what she already managed. To try to find a cure. To be mindful of the Dalish. It helped loosen some of the tension in her shoulders, though she could not quite manage a smile. "Are you feeling well today, Sina?"

[eolasemah]

Sina gave a sleepy smile and a little shrug. "Better than before," she replied, "though I'm starting to hate the taste of elfroot." Her smile became a mild smirk as she directed her gaze to what Adelaide was doing. "Can I help?"

[fleurdesel]

"I'll see if I can't find a jar of honey to sweeten the potion." There may yet be one in the kitchens if not in her own stores. At the question she slowed in her grinding and paused to wipe her hands clean on a rag, tugging a fresh stone and bowl and motions to the pile of herbs next to her. "Of course. It will go faster with the two of us."

[eolasemah]

Sina smiled, nodded, and let her legs unfold so she could take the bowl and start to work at it. She crushed and ground the herbs in silence for a time, and after several minutes, began to thinly hum an old Dalish tune.

[fleurdesel]

It was soothing in it's tedium, it's normalcy. That even now, like this, the work could be done and could be done well. A mentor of hers told her ages ago that it was the small things you learned to appreciate. Between the work and the humming, Adelaide felt some of the frustrated tension in her unwind.