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WHO: Felix and OPEN
WHAT: A couple of prompts for people who wanted to interact with Felix.
WHEN: The days after the funeral
WHERE: Throughout Skyhold
NOTES: Mentions of death or dying, otherwise it should be okay. Also, please remember the general public doesn't know he has the Blight, they just know that he's dying 'of an illness.'

[Personal Quarters]

Felix spends most of his time in the quarters assigned to him. Some days he finds it hard to walk around much, as the dizziness gets to him. Healers are welcome, as are servants and friends. He keeps the place very clean, worried that somehow the treatments will stop working. He knows the Inquisition is taking a risk having him here and he does everything he can to stop the possibility of spreading the Blight. That includes staying tidy and burning sheets after a fever.

It also means cutting his own hair. The problem is that he has issues holding his arms up for that long. They start to tire and he gives up making the cuts straight or even. He's not trying to make a fashion statement, after all.

[Library]

When he is out of his room, he spends most of his time in the library. Obviously, part of that is that Dorian is there. Being around his friend feels like the way he wants to spend his last days. He had thought going home and trying to help the cause of the Inquisition would have been important, but this feels more right personally.

When Dorian isn't around, he spends his time reading. He enjoys learning about Southern history and can also be seen pouring over any new mathematical theories. It makes him realize how much he misses going to university.

[Garden]

Sometimes he's told he needs to 'get fresh air' and that prompts him to go out and sit at the garden. It's still so lovely to see what a well placed hot spring can do even in the middle of a frozen mountain. The air is still thin and frigid, nothing like what he might have back home, but there's something wonderful about the peace that one can find surrounded by the right amount of trees.

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Eirlys spends much of her free time in the garden, revelling in the peace out here. The clean, calmness of the quiet is something she's most unused to, and something she wants to capture here and bring back with her to counteract the chaos and crowdedness of the alienage. She's knelt down taking clippings from the elfroot she's planted to use it for poultices, trying to make a stockpile of them now while the wounded trickle rather than flow in, and offers Felix a shy smile when she sees him.

"I think this is my favourite part of Skyhold."

He returns the smile and considers the scene around them. "It is special, isn't it?" he asks.

"I've never been anywhere so peaceful." She imagines this is what the rest of Skyhold would be like if it weren't be used as a hub for the Inquisition. "It makes me want to stay in the mountains when all of this is done."

He chuckles a bit. "I would be much too cold to even consider that," he says. It's not as worrying about what happens 'when all of this is done' is much of a concern for him.

"It might be doable with plenty of blankets."