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[open] seven times I went down
WHO: Teren von Skraedder and anyone brave enough to visit her
WHAT: Teren got the veritable shit kicked out of her in this debacle. She is convalescing. Angrily. (she doesn't know how to do it any other way)
WHEN: After the shardbearer rescue plot.
WHERE: Camp Shady, more specifically her tent
NOTES: she's mean, also tw for some icky injuries
WHAT: Teren got the veritable shit kicked out of her in this debacle. She is convalescing. Angrily. (she doesn't know how to do it any other way)
WHEN: After the shardbearer rescue plot.
WHERE: Camp Shady, more specifically her tent
NOTES: she's mean, also tw for some icky injuries
Teren is like a cat, and when she's suffering, she hides it under her otherwise sunny exterior and continues to go about her life. Generally this works out for her, but after a long and uncomfortable trip back from Nevarra, all she wants to do is go to her tent and collapse. She appears back in the Warden camp with a distinctive limp, a bundle of torn leathers, and cuts, bruises, and abrasions on every expanse of skin visible outside her modest and practical traveling clothes.
Greetings to her fellows are little more than a grunt and a wave as she looks right past them, staggering along and gritting her teeth until she can go lie down again. This she does, arriving at her and Blackwall's tent to find it half-empty, all of his belongings vacated with no notice.
Typical Gordon.
She takes to her bedroll and proceeds to not come out for over a day, and even then it's only to boil some water by the cookfire before she withdraws again.
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Of course, when she doesn't come out until late, Anders decides he's not going to assume. He follows her back to the tent and clears his throat.
"Teren? May I come in?"
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It doesn't occur to her to question whether that's a good thing for either of them.
Still; in time, she comes down, familiar enough with the wardens' camp to need no aid in finding her - gives distracted smiles to those she passes on her way, pretends to herself and to everyone else that she feels nothing significant about returning here - and, troublesome thing that she is, lets herself in unannounced.
"What am I to do," she says, quiet and light, "if you will insist upon going and getting near-killed by some Venatori monster?"
...carry on, probably. She isn't helpless. It would be a blow to lose her, all the same.
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"Teren! I got you stuff!" She announces, just in case Teren somehow managed to miss that. And without further ado, she plops down and sets the aforementioned stuff in front of her. "I got you some venison. And carrots. And some apples." She announces, with the pride that is usually reserved for someone who had gone out and personally felled the deer. There's a pause, then a crack in the bravado as she glances at Teren, expression worried.
"Um--you weren't getting food. So. I got food. Do you need anything else...?"
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When she heads to the Warden camp, however, she doesn't see Inessa or her mabari first. Instead, it's Teren, and she seems worse for wear as she putters over a fire. Immediately concerned and forgetting about her own problems, Hermione moves closer still, tilting her head to try and get a good look at Teren's face in case she's trying to put up a brave front.
"Teren? Are you all right?"
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