She was going to sleep. It was pulling at her stronger the moment she closed her eyes. But he didn't mind. He could, perhaps, help to make her dreams a little less troubling.
He murmured in a low, calm voice, in a stream of consciousness, about a castle that wasn't Skyhold. One that was warmer, brighter, more alive. The first time a staircase swung from one landing to another. How it had felt to be looking up at floating candles.
When Hermione woke, Cole would be gone — but there was a blanket over her, and a simple straw pillow cradling her head.
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She was going to sleep. It was pulling at her stronger the moment she closed her eyes. But he didn't mind. He could, perhaps, help to make her dreams a little less troubling.
He murmured in a low, calm voice, in a stream of consciousness, about a castle that wasn't Skyhold. One that was warmer, brighter, more alive. The first time a staircase swung from one landing to another. How it had felt to be looking up at floating candles.
When Hermione woke, Cole would be gone — but there was a blanket over her, and a simple straw pillow cradling her head.