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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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It spreads like a palm, Compassion's will seeking out the aches and pains of Felix's body to sooth them. Perhaps not for long, and it is by no means a cure, but for an hour, perhaps more? He will have peace from that which causes him to ache quite so keenly. The glow fades once it's done, sinking into Felix's skin. "I hope it helps. Do you know what it is that plagues you?'

Felix settles into that sensation of relief and sighs contently.

"I do," he says. "There's no cure."

"All the more reason to be comfortable as long as you are able, yes?" The tone of finality he has gives her little reason to think it anything but terminal.

He feels a little reassured by that question.

Most of the time, when he says that, people behave like he should try to fight. That had been what his father had thought. He had exhausted them both encouraging more and more fight, as if the last moments of his life had to be a struggle.

Hearing someone acknowledge that end and instead try to offer compassion and comfort during it was more reassuring than he could really put words to.

"Yes. I think so," he says, though it doesn't really do justice to what he is feeling.

"If you ever have need of a little relief or merely want to sit without having to worry about anything for a short while, you may send for me. There is not much I might do but- company and some relief when you wish it is yours. This is a standing offer." Open to him to make use of whenever he wants. It is no easy thing for someone so young to look down the short road they have left. Fighting against it, fighting with it- it wastes what time they have.

Comfort and ease and companionship. That is all she can hand him.

He nods at that. "Thank you," he says and he feels as if he means that down to his bones.

"You are welcome, Felix." It's the very least she can do for him.

He offers her a small smile. "I wish I had something to return the kindness you've shown me."

"A promise that when it becomes difficult, you will send for me. NO matter the time. If I am available I will come for you." What more could she ask for? Nothing.

He smiles a bit at that. "I shall keep that in mind."