The best treatment for her leg at this point is rest and truthfully, she ought not have come. But this was something that needed to be done, an opportunity to perhaps wring out more answers from the Wardens, and an excuse to leave Skyhold. She'd been twisting herself in knots going slowly mad with the inactivity that came from spending her days hunched over a desk. It'll be amusing, later, when she remembers that is simply how she'd been in the Spire, that was life for her. To be stir crazy hadn't ever occurred, but now? Now she was active enough that simply sitting all day without a moment or two to walk or train was aggravating.
The hovering of her students did not help all that much either.
Even so there are times when leaning her weight on her staff and moving stiffly simply is not quick enough to keep up in the massive halls, when weaving through the rubble makes her stumble, when the effort of keeping pace without jarring her leg causes her to slow and stop for a moment, leaning against whatever is closest to take the weight off for as long as it takes her to catch her breath before she hobbles along. Perhaps coming was not the wisest choice, but she's come all the same.
[ Fighting Darkspawn ]
Never let it be said that limited mobility would hamper Adelaide's effectiveness in battle. So long as she kept to the middle were they surrounded or the rear as long as they were not, she could work; ice crackling along her fingers and spidering across the ground to erupt in walls to defend her allies or impale, the wispy blue glow of rejuvenation soothing hurts and urging them on to cut through the darkspawn. Afterward she makes a point to check everyone over, to mend cuts and bruises- and to make certain no one was spattered with tainted blood.
[ Insomnia's a Bitch ]
The few hours they have in camp to rest should be used for just that- resting. But be it the environment, the discomfort of the break, or her general unease with the possibility of darkspawn attack at any hour- Adelaide finds sleep does not come easily. She writes by wisp her observations- of the Thaig, of the wardens, of the darkspawn. If she is to be awake? She might as well attempt to be productive.
Let's have a caravan | OTA
The best treatment for her leg at this point is rest and truthfully, she ought not have come. But this was something that needed to be done, an opportunity to perhaps wring out more answers from the Wardens, and an excuse to leave Skyhold. She'd been twisting herself in knots going slowly mad with the inactivity that came from spending her days hunched over a desk. It'll be amusing, later, when she remembers that is simply how she'd been in the Spire, that was life for her. To be stir crazy hadn't ever occurred, but now? Now she was active enough that simply sitting all day without a moment or two to walk or train was aggravating.
The hovering of her students did not help all that much either.
Even so there are times when leaning her weight on her staff and moving stiffly simply is not quick enough to keep up in the massive halls, when weaving through the rubble makes her stumble, when the effort of keeping pace without jarring her leg causes her to slow and stop for a moment, leaning against whatever is closest to take the weight off for as long as it takes her to catch her breath before she hobbles along. Perhaps coming was not the wisest choice, but she's come all the same.
[ Fighting Darkspawn ]
Never let it be said that limited mobility would hamper Adelaide's effectiveness in battle. So long as she kept to the middle were they surrounded or the rear as long as they were not, she could work; ice crackling along her fingers and spidering across the ground to erupt in walls to defend her allies or impale, the wispy blue glow of rejuvenation soothing hurts and urging them on to cut through the darkspawn. Afterward she makes a point to check everyone over, to mend cuts and bruises- and to make certain no one was spattered with tainted blood.
[ Insomnia's a Bitch ]
The few hours they have in camp to rest should be used for just that- resting. But be it the environment, the discomfort of the break, or her general unease with the possibility of darkspawn attack at any hour- Adelaide finds sleep does not come easily. She writes by wisp her observations- of the Thaig, of the wardens, of the darkspawn. If she is to be awake? She might as well attempt to be productive.
[ Wildcard ]