[closed] diamonds are a girl's best friend

[eolasemah]

WHO: Sina, Adelaide, and Varric
WHAT: so about that book you wrote
WHEN: early Solace
WHERE: Varric's lil table by the hearth
NOTES: This might get super gruesome, I have no idea.

It is a typical day in Skyhold, pleasant and summery and with golden light streaming in the windows of Skyhold's great hall. There is no reason for concern, just two harmless mages strolling in to approach Varric at his usual haunt, the smaller mage a sickly-looking elf with a green anchor shard embedded in her chest. She is holding a thick tome, The Tale of the Champion, written by none other than Varric Tethras. She has read it from cover to cover, and has many questions.
But having only encountered the dwarf once or twice, Sina isn't quite sure how to approach him with the very specific question she and Adelaide have come to ask. She looks expectantly up at the human woman, the book clutched to her chest and rimlit by the green glow behind it.

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[eolasemah]

Sina stands silent with folded hands for most of this, watching the other two as they speak and looking more and more grey and frightened as the conversation progresses. But it was half her idea, she's not going to pretend to be a victim of it. Even something so fearsome may be the key to extending her life.
"Serannas," she chimes in for the first time, her voice small and weary but certain. "...it would mean everything, if you could." She dips her head, lowering the book to reveal more of the shard. Despite the circumstances, she maintains a pleasant expression, ever grateful for the kindness of Skyhold's denizens. They have yet to show her otherwise.

[fleurdesel]

"We would be most grateful, Varric. Others with the shards, it is an arm a hand." As Sina shows the situation for her is much more dire. Not having an answer, not having a means to treat this? Hounds Adelaide more than she can properly express. Otherwise she'd never ask such a thing.

Especially considering the inherent risks. Weapons are not often turned to treatment. One does not cure a cold with a warhammer.

"I do not think- from what you wrote, he would much care to hear it from me." She has never met the elf though she has seen him. A well warranted wariness of mages cannot be gotten around simply because she means well.

[hugeinorlais]

Varric glanced at the book in Sina's hands and then back at Adelaide. Her hesitation was appropriate, if nothing else, but Fenris was only mostly an asshole. (Like most of Hawke's friends, really.) He'd help out if it was the right thing to do, and Varric was fairly confident he could convince him to...try, assuming it was even possible.

But this was all getting really heavy and heartfelt, wasn't it?

"Oh I don't know, Broody usually prefers beautiful women to mouthy dwarves." Varric asked with a lot of overblown cajoling in his tone. "Well don't worry, I've been harassing Fenris for years. If anyone can bring up his tattoos in casual conversation and still get a favor out of him, it's me."