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WHO: Delphine Cormier, and you?
WHAT: Hilariously irritated Delphine tries to keep her mind off of smoking.
WHEN: Begininng of Harvestmere.
WHERE: All around skyhold.
NOTES: mentions of nicotine withdrawal? will update if anything comes up. If you want something specific feel free to hit me up on my plurk or send me a private message!

Library

She's grown accustomed to the library, she knew which books to look for, the places and the arrangement. But she's kept to herself most of the time, avoiding interaction with people. Small talk could be useful, if she knew what she could gain from the other person. But more often than not, she didn't know enough about the people surrounding her to bother with getting closer. She's heard gossip about the natives, some about the rifters, usually nothing interesting. But sometimes she picks up on bits of conversation that peak her interest enough for her to interrupt, if necessary, or just bring herself closer.

But today was different, she wasn't here to soak up the surroundings or jam as much information from the books into her mind as she could. She needed a distraction. So maybe small talk was just right, seeing as the books she usually picked up only frustrated her even more. She's managed to go through the packet of cigarettes she came with, and she knew that the withdrawal was going to be ugly. As a scientist and doctor, she knew full well what the symptoms were, she was mentally checking off every symptom that crept it's way into her behavior. But her logical mind couldn't stop them from happening, as much as she wished it could.

After practically slamming a book shut and letting out a heavy sigh, she turned to look at the people around her. Taking the faces and general aura. Her hands brushed away her, now very curly, hair away from her face, trying to calm her nerves. Whoever the person closest to her was, will be getting a polite smile and a small "hello," her french accent very obvious, even in that single word.

Training yard

On her trip to find the right thing to distract herself, she's stumbled upon the training yard. She wasn't a fighter, her posture was horrid and her grip weak. What she lacked in skill she made up in sheer frustration. She was slashing at the poor dummy like her life depended on it. She's gathered enough money to get herself a dagger, but, sadly, she wasn't very skilled in wielding it. It almost looked like she holding a scalpel, something meant to heal, instead of a weapon. But in a real fight, she could possibly attack important arteries, she knew what would be lethal, but she lacked the physical capabilities to actually help her do that.

Feel free to approach her, maybe give her a few tips, or stay away from the obviously irritated blonde.

Healing tents

She wasn't considered a healer by Thedas's terms, she didn't have the knowledge about the herbs and potions nor the magical abilities. But she tried to stay close, shadowing the healers doing their work. She would like to take notes, maybe even record some of the procedures done, but she didn't have the means to do either. Whenever they were short handed, and needed very simple help, on the other hand, she would offer to help. Although some of the people came in would get confused or suspicious by her strange medical jargon, so she's been doing her best to take it down. It felt good to be in this position again, to care for patients and away from board meetings and manipulative higher-ups.

Sometimes, if the problem was simple enough, she would take the matter into her own hands. If it was a wound that needed to be pressed until someone came with their magic or strange concoctions to help, or just a simple check up.

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She kept silent, teeth sinking into her bottom lip in some attempt at comforting herself. She wanted to explain herself, but she had to understand what happened first. No amount of coping mechanisms could help right now, she was already irritated and seeing Cosima added a whole other layer to the mix. But she still tried, hand brushing through her hair, tucking it behind her ear.

"Are you hurt? Who attacked you? How did you escape?" She'll yell at her later, after bombarding her with questions. She didn't expect her to be with the people that got captured, so she didn't gather much information about the incident. But she realized that was one too many questions, but she had to know as much as she could.

"I didn't escape, we were rescued." Cosima removed her glasses to clean them, and a distant, unhelpful part of her brain volunteered that this was probably a distancing technique and not just the fact her glasses were smudged. She told that part of her brain to shut up.

"A group called the Venatori who doesn't care for the Inquisition. To put it mildly. They caught most of us, but my friend Avery escaped and managed to get help. They got us out." Not quite safe and sound, perhaps, but they didn't actually lose anyone. Under the circumstances, Cosima counts that as a win.

"I see," the rage inside of her was building up, but she wasn't planning on taking it out on Cosima, nor was it wise to charge at a group you knew very little of. So, instead of pushing her for more answers, she took the hint that she wasn't giving her everything that it was still too early. But the worry was still there, she couldn't help it. She had to repeat her question.

"How are you feeling?" She couldn't see anything currently bleeding out, or anything apparent, but something like that would easily leave someone distressed. She's been shot, and she would rather not see Cosima go through any of the things she has experienced. Not that being shot was like being held captive, but she didn't want to think that what happened to her wasn't as bad.

"Um. Better." Delphine's reaction, while not entirely unexpected, is still hard to parse. Cosima isn't sure whether she wishes she had the extra memories that would put them closer to the same place or just wishes Delphine weren't so far away from her. Both, maybe. Neither. She doesn't care for it either way.

"I mean, part of me still wishes for like, sterile conditions or someone who understands basic germ theory, but on the other hand, whatever spirit healing is, it seems to be pretty effective. They've got me back on my feet faster than I expected. Obviously." As there she was. On her feet.

Cosima feels this could have gone better.

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