[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

[thehiddenking]

"I sustained injuries from swords and axes prior to my arrival." which led to his death unsurprisingly, but he is hesitant to speak of that darkness, "My chest and abdomen are the worst of it."

[eolasemah]

Oh, is that all.
"Creators," she gasps, "may I see?" Sword and axes, no big deal, once he lets on that he actually died from it she'll definitely chill out.

[thehiddenking]

"I do not wish to upset you further." Thingol reaches out to lay a gentle hand on her cheek, "As you can see, I am whole and living."

[eolasemah]

Though she appreciates the touch, Sina glances over him, trying to find hints of it over his clothing. "I still need to see it," she insists, "and make sure there's no infection."

[thehiddenking]

"My kind does not develop infections." Thingol gives his head a brief shake, silver hair swaying with the motion, "They must be mortal wounds to kill us or poisoned. Dwarves do not use poison on their blades."

[eolasemah]

Sina bites her lower lip and tilts her head. This is becoming increasingly perplexing.
"Then... why do you need healing?" she ventures.

[thehiddenking]

"I am not infected, but the wounds have not all closed well." he glances around before loosening his robes and opening them enough for her to see the - numerous - scars on his chest and abdomen.

[eolasemah]

Another gasp escapes her, and Sina peers closer. "I can't... ir abelas, lethallin, but there's nothing I can do for scars." Knitting her brow, she looks up into his face. "I'm not certain any of us can."