(open) our memory will be my lullaby

[sulena]

WHO: Ciri, Saoirse and OPEN
WHAT: Arrivals, settling and a general catch-all for both of mine throughout the month.
WHEN: Post-Winter Palace.
WHERE: Skyhold.
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[sulena]

"I have faith in them. I know that they will do the very best they can for them."

Saoirse is not so naive to believe that they will all be utterly healed and freed of their infections. She knows that some of them might not even make it through this period but she knows with all of her heart that they will do their very best. Her eyes linger on the polished stone as rays of light catch its surface before tucking it safely away in her cloak.

His question earns him a small look, not a bad one, simple curiosity until he gestures and it clicks. She has not thought much on the bruises and cuts as she withheld her simple healing magic to help those under her protection. Smiling, she nods and offers him one of her hands quietly.

[alankazam]

Simple magic is all he has on offer. The smile slips aside, momentarily replaced by focus.

It's a slow process, unpracticed, but steadily he coaxes warmth into the joints, smoothing and spreading out to clear the broken vessels. Creation magic is a funny thing: Delicate work by unsubtle methods — shove some energy into it and hope for the best. But the bruises fade, skin fresh. Like it was never there at all.

But that's not the way things really go, is it?

"It's a pretty necklace," He says, because he's noticed you're supposed to talk during these things, only he's remembered that a touch too late. Alan pats her hand once before releasing them to lean back and regard her. "Does it go with the song?"

Chantric, both of them.

[sulena]

Simple magic is more than enough in her eyes as when it comes to Creation magic, she has always lacked any real talent for the school beyond the smallest and simplest of spells.

To have warmth return to her joints and her discolored skin to lose its dark hue as vessels heal and blood returns where it is meant to be. To feeling of magic helps to chase away some of the chill in the air and ease the tension that has settled so deeply into her shoulders.

For a moment, she is quiet until she realizes that he has asked a question and nods eagerly. "Mm, that's right. I got it as a gift when I was small and has become something of a source of strength for me."

[alankazam]

Alan nods, a little guiltily pleased with himself despite the situation. He's never managed that particular trick much — perhaps practice is getting him somewhere.

"Does it remember the strength, or do you?"

This is definitely a normal question to ask people.

[sulena]

"A little bit of both, perhaps?"

Because sometimes she can forget when things become overwhelming or when Saoirse feels herself at the end of her rope. Carefully, she brings the stone out and holds it up into the light.

"It's a nice reminder when I feel down."

[alankazam]

"A sun, in grey weather."

He sprawls down to his elbows.

"Or a fire, from the cold."