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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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He's not the only one immersed in sums, though really, Sabriel's calculations are more to keep her mind sharp. It's not like she has much in the way of monetary funds, so she resorts to calculating the number of days to places, how long it could take for the other Wardens to get here, how long it would take for her to get to the Deep Roads if the Calling knocked enough, cheerful stuff like that.

But she's distracted, and she's not sure why, but it feels as though the Calling shifts, as if alerting her to something close by, something more pressing. She looks up at the man across the alcove. Is it him? She's seen him distantly, before, knows he's unwell, and yet-

Yet-

Why does she feel as though she's sensing darkspawn? She rubs her forehead. Maybe she's just overtired. That must be it.

Felix notices her as well, though he can't sent Blighted creatures the same way that she can. He looks a little curious because she's surrounded by numbers.

He wants to ask what she's working on, but it seems rude.

If she knew what it was she was sensing, she would probably find Alistair. For now, it's only something she'll mention, likely in passing.

Sabriel notices him noticing, and the curious look on his face. She half smiles in his direction - an encouragement, a go ahead, if there's something he wants to ask.

He comes a little closer then. "I apologize for snooping," he says with a little bit of a smile crossing his lips. "I was wondering what you're working on."

"Numberwork for the sake of it," she says, the smile filling out. "It's not for study, but I don't wish to forget what I've learned in the past. Even if I'm less likely to see any use for it."

"That's very admirable," Felix replies. "And an urge I can relate to. Do you mind if I ask where you studied?"

"Thank you," Sabriel says, earnestly. "I was at Perendale's Circle, and they taught me a little, for noble house affairs. A little more from the merchants I traveled with as a child. The rest was the library, and practice."

"From a Circle?" Felix asks, getting more curious now. "Forgive me for my ignorance, but is it common for Southern Circles to teach things outside of containing magic?"

"If I were of a Southern Circle, then no, I do not think it would be common. Circles are different, and Nevarra is... well, our customs allow mages to hold seats of power, and to keep them. Noblewomen should know these things."

Not that she says that she is of noble birth, but the implication is there. She knows Perendale was laxer than many, not as lax in other avenues, due to the fact it had passed hands with Orlais many times.

"I imagine it depends on their libraries and what a mage is allowed to know."

"Ah," Felix says, feeling stupid he had assumed her origin. "In Tevinter, Circles are the center of academics for a mage. Being welcome into one is a privilege. It's interesting to hear how others view them."