[open] we all live and breathe

[eolasemah]

WHO: Sina and yyyooooouuuu
WHAT: Miscellaneous early spring interactions!
WHEN: Drakonis-ish
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: get er while she's still kickin

The Healing Tents

Now that the weather is warming ever so slightly, and Sina is feeling ever so slightly better, she's throwing herself back into assisting the Inquisition's healers. Though she uses magic sometimes, for the most part she's helping out by providing poultices, herbal remedies, and a soothing bedside manner to the ailing patients, keeping herself busy and no longer focused on the anchor in her chest.

This is how she spends the majority of her afternoons, with the occasional break to rest. She's not in perfect health herself, and it's showing more than ever.
Though in most cases she just seats herself off to one side until her strength rebuilds, there have been one or two incidents in which she has very nearly collapsed and required assistance.
If this upsets her, she shows no sign of it, at least not in the moment.

The Garden

Sina's early mornings to lunchtime are spent planting, trimming, and checking the progress of her various charges. They're starting to bud, which concerns her somewhat since frost is still very much a problem, but some coaxing (and perhaps the tiniest use of Keeper magic) keeps things moving along in a healthy and otherwise undisturbed manner.

She can be found here in the evenings as well, sitting outside her tent, sometimes with Nahariel, wrapped in a blanket and enjoying a cup of tea. She's come to think of the garden as home, it being the greenest place in Skyhold.

Elsewhere

There are times Sina can be encountered with her basket of herbs, making deliveries to the various offices and people requesting medicinal teas, or just in transit from one place to another. It's actually quite rare to find her inside the Keep itself, as the stone enclosures make her nervous, but she does have to pass through every so often.
Hippie.

Comments

[nadasharillen]

The other elf smiles back as she emerges from the tent with a mug cupped between her hands, the sharp green of her eyes softening as it does every time she looks at her clansister. As far as details--the shard, Sina's role in the clan--those were Sina's to share, and thus the only explanation that issues from her is about the tea, which she approaches and holds out for their guest.

"We got some oranges in from Orlais--some exchanging of gifts or somesuch--and I managed to get ahold of some of the peels and some leftover spices from Wintersend." The result was a spiced citrus, made rich and gentle by the milk that lightened the color to one much like the hands that offered it. Nahariel looks disproportionately pleased with herself.

[limier]

"Nahariel," She echoes, "A pleasure. And not only for your tea,"

Wren adds, with a rueful smile.

"Though I'll not say no. I shall have to begin saving ingredients for you." Not something she's thought about since childhood, really. There were dedicated cooks of the Circle, and little call to pause for tea of the past few years. "My mother used to keep a few jars to such purpose."

And that bit of folksiness, at least, isn't a lie.

"It is an honour to know Clan Dahlasanor invested in the Inquisition's efforts."

[eolasemah]

Nari has a right to be pleased. Sina smiles immediately on smelling it, and looks up at her with an almost suspicious gleam in her eye. You outdid yourself.
"It's not an entirely unselfish venture," Sina replies, inhaling the steam with a sigh, "but now that we're here, I'm glad to have been part of it."