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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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As they play the game, her face heats up a little, worried she'll make a fool of herself in front of him. He's said kind things about elves, but she still doesn't want him to leave this meeting with the notion that the Dalish are uneducated. But the longer they go on, the more she gets the sense that even when she gets something wrong, he doesn't care. He's so polite and kind; she wishes all the Dalish at Skyhold could sit down with him. He's the perfect example of humans not being all the Elvhen were taught they were.

"You're a very good teacher," she says at one point, smirking up at him. "I'm learning a lot."

"You're a wonderful student," Felix responded. When he had been well, he wasn't very good at talking to someone he found as beautiful as Ellana. Now, though, it seemed to silly to be worried about that. He was dying, and there was no reason to be concerned with any thing else.

"We can play any time that you'd like while I'm still here."

It takes her a moment to realize that when he says "while I'm still here" he doesn't necessarily mean he'll be leaving Skyhold for someplace else. Her smile fades and she looks down at the table. He means until he dies.

"I would like that," she says before looking up again. Despite his illness making him look worn and weak, she can still see the handsome man underneath, and she wonders what life was life for him when he was well. Did he spend his days with his nose buried in a book, or did he go outside and enjoy the sunshine?

Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she shifts in her chair and smiles again.

"I almost didn't get that last one," she says, referencing their game. "And then just like that, everything fell into place and I could see the answer."

Felix let her have that moment, because he knew it was needed, but her smile was beautiful. He appreciated that she wanted to have a strong face for him.

"That's why I love numbers. They all just seem to fall into place like that. It's very comforting."

"Because they make sense?" she asks, not sure she can consider them comforting too. It's hard to see numbers in the same way he does. But she admires his mind for them all the same.

He nods. "Because they make sense," he reaffirms. "They're solid and steady. They never change but that isn't due to stubbornness or clinging to outdated ideas. They're perfect as they are."

"Well," she replies, voice sounding playful. "I would never begrudge a number for not changing to suit my whims. Not unless I was having a very bad day."

He chuckles a bit. "I'm sure if there was ever a person who could convince a seven to become a three..."

"That would require the seven to curl itself all up and I wouldn't do that to seven. I'd convince seven to become one instead. Much closer to what it's used to."

"See? Already managing to logic numbers into other numbers. It's a talent."

Ellana just laughs and shrugs her shoulders.

"Anyway, I did enjoy myself. Thank you for teaching me."

"Of course. See me again if you'd like to learn another game? I should be around for a little while longer."

"Thank you. I would love to learn more." She would love learning anything, really. But from Felix in particular, because he has a gentle temperament and a voice that she could listen to for hours.

Taking her book, she gets up from the table. "Until then."

He gives her a smile, and nods. "Enjoy your book."