"I was fine! I ended up fine. I healed. I has Christine on hand to do the immediate healing...thing." Maybe the shards are a big of magic, or something that lets them conjure just the slightest and most specific form for magic, but that doesn't mean he just rolls with it. Having someone do healing at you without a single stitch or bandage is just weird. "Got her a nice parting gift of red lyrium to poke at in a box once she got it out of me." Not a super pleasant experience, overall.
"I like the idea of people being fascinated with us and our cultures than, y'know, torches and pitchforks. I gotta give the Inquisitioners that much, even the ones that didn't like us were still on our side so long as we didn't end up being...demons." Isn't that right, Cassandra? "I'm happy to tell as many stories as I can if it means people staring at me with stars in their eyes instead of disgust."
Her commentary about men, though, has him mock offended, sitting up a little straighter. "Wow, I'm not old! I'm not old at all. You're like, what, 20-something? I'm...uh. Hm. I uh...huh." He has to think about it, which is bad. Like...there's the sort of age he's pretty sure is fake, and there's...the actual number of years he himself has been alive, and he has no idea what that number is. "Y'know what, forget it, I'm just not old. I'm a healthy young man in his prime, ain't no aches or pains for me other than shardy mcpainfulhand."
Don't make him flex. Don't--oh god, he's flexing, stop it.
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"I like the idea of people being fascinated with us and our cultures than, y'know, torches and pitchforks. I gotta give the Inquisitioners that much, even the ones that didn't like us were still on our side so long as we didn't end up being...demons." Isn't that right, Cassandra? "I'm happy to tell as many stories as I can if it means people staring at me with stars in their eyes instead of disgust."
Her commentary about men, though, has him mock offended, sitting up a little straighter. "Wow, I'm not old! I'm not old at all. You're like, what, 20-something? I'm...uh. Hm. I uh...huh." He has to think about it, which is bad. Like...there's the sort of age he's pretty sure is fake, and there's...the actual number of years he himself has been alive, and he has no idea what that number is. "Y'know what, forget it, I'm just not old. I'm a healthy young man in his prime, ain't no aches or pains for me other than shardy mcpainfulhand."
Don't make him flex. Don't--oh god, he's flexing, stop it.