faderift | Post-Battle Blues

If this were any other time, Korrin would sit and joke with Taas, offer to buy him a drink and help even out his horn issue if he had decided on that. Not to mention dragonslaying tales; it would tickle her that he'd finally gotten in on that action, like he always wanted. The only downside was that she didn't get to see it happen herself.

But the Korrin who stalks across the training grounds isn't here to socialize. It doesn't take a Ben-Hassrath to note that grim expression or the tension in her jaw, or the knuckles that are practically white. Jokes and storytelling will have to wait.

"Taas, I need to speak with you somewhere private."

He's about to raise his hand in greeting to Korrin and start bragging about the dragon fight when he notices the look in her eyes. The way she speaks is stiff, which makes it hard for him to follow what she's saying - but he abandons his trek to the training grounds and walks with his friend instead.

"What's wrong, kadan? You look grim."

The 'laugh' that escapes her is more a choked sound, as she moves away from the training grounds toward...well, wherever doesn't seem full of people at the time. Fortunately, no one seems interested in blocking the route of an upset Vashoth, let alone two horned people.

"Yeah...no shit. I'm sorry, I hate to throw this on you when this crap is probably the last stuff you'd ever want to think about. Me, too. But I don't know who else to talk to about this." She signs as she speaks, getting better about multitasking and even as shaken as she is, it's important that Taas understand her now more than ever. "I need to know everything you can tell me about Qunari brainwashing."

Taas follows, part of him already gearing up to smash someone into pieces. What she says, however, makes the large man pause, and he looks at her as if she has grown another head.

"Korrin, what?" Now it's his turn to look around, eyes narrowing a bit as if he's looking for assassins behind every corner.

"Are you talking about the viddathari? The priestesses read to them, teach them the Qun. Some might be forced to take qamek if they don't submit. That's about as much as I know."

"No, not viddathari converts. Qunari-raised qunari. Can they make an agent think they're someone else? Someone not of the Qun? I know the whole spy part wasn't your thing, but...is it possible?" Some part of her already knows the answer, but she needs to hear it from a former Qunari, not just a spirit with limited understanding of the mortal world.

His eyes narrow again at that, and he gently but firmly pulls her with him even deeper into the alley. "Tell me if you hear anything. Anything at all." Taas warns, and then moves to lean Korrin against the wall, as if they're making out.

"I don't know much, okay? I rarely had anything to do with the Ariqun after I left my tama as a boy." Taas sighs, shaking his head. "There were people on Seheron, though. People so deep under cover that they didn't even know they were Qunari."

There's a brief nod, listening not only to him but their surroundings as well.

His answer provokes a flinch, for all that she'd tried to steel herself to hear it. "I...was hoping you wouldn't say that. They would even do that to children, wouldn't they. Someone young, make him think he had a whole other life and then...activate him?"

She swallows and looks down for a moment, before remembering he needs to at least lip-read. Meeting his gaze is difficult for once, but...he needs to hear this, and she needs to know what to do.

"I didn't think anything of it, at first. We moved here and we were all so busy, you know? Who has time to socialize when statues are literally coming to life around us? But things weren't adding up; friendships and 'girl stuff' fell to the wayside and he lied about it, saying one thing happened while another person brought to me a clearly different tale. I try to figure out what the hell's going on, I get brushed off. Annoying, but I try to be patient.

But then... you know Cole, right? Scrawny kid, big hat, says a lot of weird shit because he sees things others don't? Well, he saw something I didn't. 'But he's not there. Their sacrificial Bull is gone, so the lamb will have to take its place and see for them. He's not there, only their words are.'

Iron Bull isn't with us anymore, not in Kirkwall. But there's one other horned person aside from us, Taas." Maker, she can't even say his name right now. Just thinking about it has her on the verge of tears.

Taas is quiet for a long while, head racing as he tries to make sense of it all. The spirit thing told Korrin about the qunari kid. It sounded weird to him, but it was serious if it was all true. The deal with the rifts and the Breach was a problem for everyone, including the Qun.

One spy might not have been enough.

"Korrin," he says sternly, looking at her. "If this is even the slightest bit true, you're in serious danger if you try to meddle in this. Spies like that will do anything to keep their cover. He could kill you without a second thought."

Then the warrior's face softens a bit, and he sighs. "...and if it isn't true, you're going to hurt him really badly. He's the kid with the family that was killed by Ben-Hassrath, right?" Being accused of being one of them would break the kid, he's pretty certain of that.

"I addition to this, if it's true, the Inquisition's alliance with the qunari could be damaged. The only reason Bull's in is because he was honest with the Herald about his allegiances." Spying while not being undercover. Interesting tactics, honestly. "If the leaders of the Inquisition knows there's a spy this much undercover, things are going to get bad and they might throw Bull out as well. We need the status quo with the Qun. A Qunari invasion to 'fix' things here is not a pleasant idea."

Then, finally; "Is there anyone else that can confirm this?" He doesn't want to sound like he doesn't believe her, but the words of a spirit isn't the most trustworthy source in Taas' opinion.

Korrin isn't hurt by the question; she'd give anything to be wrong and overreacting. Cole wouldn't have come to her for no reason, she's pretty sure about that, but even so...they need more and she knows it. Her shoulders sag and she sighs, needing a moment to gather her thoughts beyond pain and panic.

"I...don't know. If Bull was here, maybe, but I wouldn't trust him for this anyway." He's still part of the Qun, what reason would he have to help them? How could they trust anything he'd say? "Another mage, maybe. Sam was helping Kas with his headaches, those moments where he'd black out and lose time...Maker, could that have been a sign that we just didn't see?"

Probably. Just one more seemingly random thing until it fell into place with everything else. "I want to be wrong, Taas. Andraste's ass, do I ever. But I wouldn't be here if I didn't think there was something to it, you know that. And if I'm right, I can't ignore this. If he's still in there -at all- I have to help him. If he's not...."

Then 'Dust' needs to be stopped. It'd kill her to do it, but better that than him doing untold damage to their cause.

Taas usually listened. This is why when Sam sees the man heading off in the direction of the training grounds with mace in hand, he frowns lightly and follows. After a while when it is obvious that Taas was indeed heading towards the ring Sam sighs to himself and quickens his step so that he can pass him, making sure to give a wide berth just so he didn't startle Taas in the process. As soon as he knows he's within eye sight, Sam starts to sign.

'You know, you're supposed to be resting.'

Considering he had been one of the healers on the trip and having to patch Taas up, he knew the extent of his wounds and where he had gotten them from.

Natasha's goal on any given day at the training grounds is not to use the makeshift equipment set up there. It's to find someone to fight with, or someone to pick over for information. With Taas looking like he's been chewed up by a dragon and spat back out, he very quickly becomes the most interesting person in her field of vision as soon as he enters it. So she slips off the stack of crates and sidles up next to him. "You sure you should be down here? Those look fresh."

The big warrior glances down at the redhead suddenly by his side, and he smiles a little bit both in confusion and greeting. Company was not exactly expected, but he definitely couldn't complain.

Well, maybe he could complain about one thing. Stopping to face her, he shakes his head slightly. "I bet you have a lovely voice, but I can't hear you. You have to look at me when you speak." Taas says softly, his big fingers signing gracefully as he does.

"I read lips really well."

How a man over seven feet tall can look sheepish like a child caught in the act is kind of impressive, really. Taas glances down at Sam with a sigh, thoroughly busted.

'I know.' he signs with a sigh. 'I just... I'm going to start climbing on the walls if I keep this up.' Taas still had adrenaline in his blood from the fight, but most of it was nervousness. What if Cyril or Zevran didn't accept the tokens? What if the missing half of his horn bothered them?

Taas only knew two ways to deal with stress.

"If it was any other person, I'd tell you to cut your ties and leave him to it," Taas starts with a sigh. "...but I know you care for the kid a lot." The boy had stayed away from him a lot, so Taas didn't know much about him other than what he had been told by Korrin. It had been evident from the start how much of a tama she was to him, tough.

"Sam has been treating him? I think Anders has a well." The warrior shifts a bit. Nobody 'made out' while standing still, after all. "Is there anyone else he's close to?"

He doesn't know how to fix this... and he doesn't have the heart to tell her that if it all is true, then Kas never existed at all.

It's a testament to how distraught Korrin is that she doesn't do more than briefly frown at mention of Anders. "Araceli and Zevran...Beleth, I think? She's the new Scout head, she'd be overseeing his division." It's possible she'd seen something...but she's also new to the role, so it's just as likely not.

She echoes the sigh, holding back from biting her lip until it bleeds. "...he's family, Taas. I can't just leave him to whatever the hell this is, if there's even a damn chance. Besides, think of the damage he could do. That's not something we can just ignore."

Her own turn to be surprised. She hasn't met many people who look as competent in a fight as he does (scars are just the proof that you're able to walk away) and can't even hear the enemy coming. He must have developed very impressive ways of adapting. She's curious.

Natasha doesn't apologize, but she does nod her understanding. "I said, those look fresh." Her own hands move through the words as she speaks, though her sign language is far from perfect. She uses it to communicate silently over distance, not to speak face to face. For her it's shorthand, a sort of code. So instead of fresh, she signs new. Then she sweeps her hand away from her head, moving in a curve that mimics his horn, her palm jutting down sharply where it now ends abruptly. She's not foolish enough to reach for his.

He brightens up a lot wen she starts signing to him, even if it's very basic. Smiling, Taas continues to speak out loud while he signs, and his voice doesn't carry any tone of him being deaf from birth. It has a bit of an accent to it, though.

"I know. We fought a high dragon and she decided to slap me." He reaches up gingerly to touch the horn. "It takes a bit getting used to... so I wanted to do some training." Partly true, really. Still, he was a mess and he should rest.

"I'm Taashath. You can call me Taas." He shows her his name sign.

"Talk to them," he suggest with a concerned look on his face. "but I beg you, kadan, be careful. This is Kirkwall. At least a third of the 'Tal-Vashoth' here are spies, and if that is not enough, the most common use of viddathari is also spying. If they know you know..." Taas glances around again, just in case.

"I know you won't leave this alone, but my advice is that you treat this like gaatlok. Push too hard and it will kill you. Leave it alone and it will kill someone else." He leans down to press his forehead gently against hers.

"I'll do some digging," the warrior continues. "Now slap me and call me a pervert, then leave."

Ugh, Qunari intrigue. Two things she hates individually combine to make something super-awful and in this case, she can't avoid it. There's a weary, soul-deep sigh at mention of spies, but she nods. "I like having my head where it is and my mind intact. Don't worry, I don't be too stupid." That's the best she can promise, though. Getting Kas back would outweigh a lot of risks, at least for her personally.

That last part prompts a noise that can almost be termed a laugh, for all that she's too upset for true mirth. "Thanks, Taas. You be careful, too." She'll even thrown in a kiss on the cheek before that slap, just to even things out.

In the past year in Thedas, Kirk had improved on his martial skill - far more than he ever would have in the Fleet, that was for sure. He still kept with the staff, unwilling to move to a bladed weapon beyond a knife. The knife was practical with its applications, a necessity even when out on a mission. A sword? Not so much, and he couldn't make himself sit right with it, so staff it was.

He used the training grounds to hone his skill. Usually he worked with Sam, but with the other still tired from his battle, he had come down alone, and he needed to work off energy that a certain conversation had made bubble up. He spun, finishing a combo and spied Taas coming up. Well, Taas minus part of a horn.

"You know, I think you are allowed a day of rest after having come back from fighting a dragon."

She smiles in response to his smile, mirroring his reaction. "I'm Natasha," she says, and her hands form the letters of her name slowly, because she's not used to this part so much. "You can call me Nat. It's nice to meet you, Taas." Her hands are bit clumsy over new symbols, but she mimics what he's done as best she can, and with a little more practice, she'll probably have it down.

"My-- words are limited." She has no idea what the gesture for vocabulary is. "It's not often necessary." She also leaves out or hesitates over some of the smaller and less essential words. Using this method of communication for full sentences is not reflexive for her. For instance, though she says it's out loud, she hasn't signed it once.

It's the kind of promise he expected. She would not be Korrin if she didn't care so strongly about friends. All of this was a damn dangerous mess, though, and he really hopes it's all a misunderstanding.

For everyone's sake.

He takes the slap in stride and throws his arms up in mock frustration before moving in the other direction. He's no actor, but at least he managed to make it look somewhat realistic.

Now to see what he could find out without putting anyone in danger.

Natasha was a difficult name, so he attempts to repeat it in words. So sorry for the butchering of your name, Nat. "...the shorter version might work best," he admits with a small chuckle. "It's very nice to meet you too. I don't think I've seen you around."

Her hesitation of the signs makes his features soften a bit, and he hsakes his head. "It's alright. I read lips very well," he says with another small smile. "You do not have to force yourself."

Still, it was rare to meet people that signed, even if with a limited vocabulary. Sign language was more about describing things rather than outright translation, anyway. "I do teach sign language, mostly to scouts but to anyone interested as well. If you ever want to expand your knowledge."

The qunari warrior smiles as he sees Kirk, raising a hand in greeting. The man's words makes Taas look a little embarrassed, though, and he rubs the back of his neck. "I know," he says softly, shaking his head. "I just... I can still feel the rush in my blood and it's going to drive me crazy to keep resting. I need to find my balance."

Both horn-wise and mind-wise.

"Your form is really good," the big qunari then says with an impressed look, nodding to the staff. "Maybe you'll get the next dragon."

"It's always good to learn new skills. Improve old ones." She does believe this, and while formal lessons might make her feel too much like a child in school, practicing with him, having him talk to her with his full vocabulary and learning from the shape of his own hands, she can do that. "Would you like to fight? You are larger, more solid, stronger, but I am quick. It might help you to adjust your balance and coordination for the weight difference. Combat readiness is ninety percent preparation." What may or may not catch his attention here is the list of words she does not stumble over, the words that her hands for easily and fluidly - fight, larger, solid, stronger, quick, balance, coordination, weight, combat, preperation. Those movements are second nature to her fingers, almost reflexive.

Kirk nodded, understanding that. The adrenaline still buzzed, your body on high alert because it couldn't quite let itself come down from the fight or flight state. He could remember the days after intense battles, fighting for the lives of his crew and the people who needed their help. He could remember laying awake at night and his entire body still twitching and his mind racing and it felt like he wouldn't be able to sleep for a week.

"Still needs work," he said aloud, half-signing with one hand as he rested his staff across his shoulders. "Wouldn't mind a partner for a bit, if you're interested."

Cyril was pleased when he heard they had returned from the dragon hunt with all of the same people as when they left. He hadn't realized just how much he had been holding his breath while they were gone.

He thinks the training grounds are a good place to look for Taas. He might still have some energy built up after such a fight. That doesn't prepare him for the sight of one of his lovers with part of their body missing.

"Taas??" he asks, before he remembers that Taas can't hear him while he's behind him. He's usually really good at that, but seeing him with half a horn gone tossed reason out the window.

He comes closer and then waves to catch Taas's attention. What happened to your horn? he signs the second Taas is looking at him.

It's a weird mix of emotions, seeing Cyril. On one hand, his heart is making little somersaults in joy, while the other is just odd apprehension. Taas had never really cared about his looks, but a horn was a big deal.

Cyril liked to hold on to those, after all.

"Hey, kadan," he says softly, and the affection coming with that word sweeps everything else away for a moment. The warrior smiles, leaning down so that he can kiss the elf. There might be adrenaline in his blood, but damn if his heart isn't beating faster because of something else.

"I got slapped by a dragon," Taas finally answers with a somewhat awkward shrug that mixes pride and pain. "It took most of the damage, otherwise I would have broken my neck from that force."

Cyril's eyes widened a bit. "Well, in that case I'm really glad it was broken," he says. "Better your horns than your neck." He reached up and touched Taas's chest.

He smiled a bit, showing he was happy that Taas had returned. "That's going to be one heck of a story to tell too," he points out. Now that he knows that Taas is alive and okay he smirks a bit, clearly thinking that Taas being able to tell stories about fighting dragons is pretty hot.

"Does it hurt at all?"

Completely busted. Sam crosses his arms as if that'll help him try and be strict to someone who was over a foot taller then him. They were probably quite the sight in the middle of the street.

Sam sighs likewise as he watches Taas sign, lips thinning a bit, already showing signs of caving. 'Let me give your wounds a once over and make sure nothing is going to open up while you swing a weapon around.'

He knows he cannot stop Taas, but at least he can make sure it wasn't going to get worse. 'What's giving you an... itch?' He frowns lightly as he finishes, knowing that isn't quite right, but the closest he can get to questioning what's agitating Taas - he's still learning.

The big warrior covers Cyril's hand with his own, holding in there for a moment. Weird, how such a gesture could just set his world right again. His anxious heartbeat calms and the rush in his blood lessens.

Cyril grounds him, and it feels like peace. Calm. Taashath.

He doesn't remove his hand until the elf speaks again, and he grins in return as he sees the smirk. "Damn right it will! How many can say they lost a horn to a dragon?"

Still smiling, he reaches up again to touch the stump. It wasn't too short, snapped at the bend of the curl where the horn tips started to reach forward, and essentially cutting it in half. "It doesn't hurt, but it throbs sometimes. There's a bone core in there, and it bled like you wouldn't believe."

He had looked horrifying, but it hadn't been life-threatening.

"Sure," he replies, putting down the mace in favor for a less lethal weapon. There were a few sparring weapons there, so Taas just grabs the biggest one and steps into the ring.

Rolling his massive shoulders, the qunari looks down at Kirk with a smile. "Is that what did you fight with back home?" The question is easy, just a little chat as he loosens up a bit.

Cyril winces a bit at the thought but shrugs it off pretty quickly. "The fact that you got it from fighting a dragon is pretty sexy," he teases a bit. "You'll have to tell me all about the fight."

He flexed his fingers a bit, just enjoying how it felt to be against Taas's chest and hand. It was comforting, and a good reminder that he was really there.

He takes a moment to look her over, leaning the mace to the side as he does. It might look like he's measuring her up - she barely reached to his armpit - but it's not because he doubted she could take him on. She was definitely a rogue, and those tended to be his biggest problems. Fast as hell, most likely, and she knew what she was doing. It was the kind of things you could tell quickly in battle if you wanted to live.

Taas is curious, really. With the words she was using and her looks, she had to be one of the Nightingale's.

"Alright, that sounds good." He nods towards the ring. "Blades or wood?"

Taas chuckles, the vibration traveling through his body and under Cyril's hand just as clearly as the sound. "I will, kadan. There's... one thing, though."

He steps back slightly so that he could rummage through the pack at his belt, his large fingers feeling unusually clumsy. When he finally manages to find what he was looking for, he holds up a thin but sturdy silver chain holding a small piece of what looked like a big fang - or at least the tip of one.

Dragon teeth were huge, and Taas wanted to make sure Cyril could hide it under his clothes if he wanted to. No need for it to get caught in bows and arrows.

"We talked, before... about tokens and kadan, and Korrin...and I finally had my chance to get one..."

Taas' shoulders slumps a little, but he follows Sam's suggestion without comment, sitting down on a piece of broken wall so that the man didn't need to climb him to look him over.

"It's the fight," he says out loud. "...most of it. I also got something for Cy and Zevran and it's giving me these weird feelings that I don't understand. Fighting something might ground me a bit more."

His muscles are still tired and while the cuts and other damage is healed, the horn is still fragile and could start bleeding again if he was not careful.

Cyril's mouth falls open a bit. They had talked about doing this, but Cyril still wasn't entirely sure that Taas would ever present him with one. Somehow, the small bit of tooth already looks like it weighs more than any other object in the world. Slowly, he grins, ready to shoulder the weight.

"I hope that's mine," he teases a bit, not wanting to get choked up or stupid just because the moment was an emotional one.

The grin from the elf makes Taas remember how to breathe again, and he's smiling back, wildly and joyful. He leans over his lover and slips the silver chain around his neck and lets it latch in the back, just at the nape. Taas lets his fingers linger there for a moment, feeling the soft fuzz of white hair before he draws back so he can see the tooth rest below Cyril's clavicles.

"Kadan," he says softly, voice full of both affection and desire. "Wherever we are and whatever we do, we'll always be together."

Cyril breathes out as Taas puts the tooth around his neck. He hadn't even realized that he had been holding it in. When Taas pulls away and speaks of always being together Cyril's grin widens.

His fingers reach out and touch the tooth, as if double checking that it's there. "I guess you're stuck with me then," he adds. Then, after a moment, "Thank you, Taas."

"I love you." Those words still feel odd to say, but the truth of them are clear all over his face.

"I'm happily stuck with you," Taas says softly, putting a big hand on the elf's cheek and cupping it gently. Cyril looks nice like this, affection mirrored in that pale face. "...and I love you too, kadan. Thank you for letting me experience that feeling."

Finally letting go, he's reaching into his pack again. The warrior takes out a bigger tooth piece - although proportionally the same size as Cyril's - and puts that around his own thick neck. It's on a leather cord, twisted with black and red.

With his chest almost always bare, there was no way anyone could miss it.

The size of the weapon didn't phase him. Taas being quite a bit larger than him, it made sense for him to pick a weapon that best suited his size. Besides, he wouldn't learn or gain anything from the spar if Taas purposefully hindered himself with an ill-suited weapon.

"We used special weapons that could shot out beams of light, like my shard," he explained, stepping a few paces back and assuming a ready stance. "Or we used hand-to-hand combat. The staff I took up here." He is content to wait until Taas is ready, stretching his own legs in the warrior stance.

"Is the mace your preferred?" he asked, even though Taas had set it aside.

As amusing as that would be - he's sure Cyril would think of other words to describe it - Sam appreciated that Taas wasn't going to make it a chore to look him over. That and it was better that they didn't make a spectacle of it.

"The fight with the dragon still got you going?" He understood an adrenaline rush, but that had been a few days or so back. Was it a berserker thing or something? Sam's quiet for a few moments after that, taking care in looking him over to make sure the worst of the wounds were indeed healed up. The horn certainly worried him though; that was a piece of anatomy that he was not completely familiar with. He'll get to that in a moment though.

"You got something?" He doesn't remember Taas going anywhere during the mission to get anything. "What kind of weird feelings?" Maybe if he talked about them he'd be able to figure it out better.

"Weapons that shoot light. That's a new one." It's a little hard for him to imagine, really. "Does that mean you all used magic?" Taas never really saw Kirk as a mage, even if he was a magically good kisser.

Glancing down at the wooden mace he now held, the qunari chuckles slightly. "I used to favor the axe before I got here, but Korrin got me a mace with a dragon claw on it, and I loved it." He grins, hefting the mace up into a defensive position.

"...plus I like the crunch."

He sighs and nods. "I was kind of out of it for a while. Must have been the concussion. Afterwards I still had the itch to fight, like I was some kind of unstoppable creature." Taas chuckles slightly and brushes back his hair. "Dragons are kinda... a big deal to any qunari. Even more so to those raised under the Qun."

Pausing, he looks at his pack again before carefully reaching inside to pick out the small piece of dragon tooth attached to a slim silver chain. "It's for Cyril. We talked about... things. What connections mean under the Qun. I want him to have this."

The big qunari rubs his temples and then laughs slightly. "Vashedan, I think I'm nervous, Sam."

"You don't say," he teases lightly. There were a few others that got dragon happy, but it didn't pass notice that their horned friends really a thing for the large winged creatures. "Yeah, you certainly took a hit in that fight." A broken horn, a concussion... "You can imagine why I'm a bit concerned that you aren't taking it easy." Course they used magic to heal any of the major things up, but the body still needed time.

At Taas's pause, Sam paused as well, watching curiously when he started fishing around in the pack. The tooth he recognizes immediately considering despite injuries Taas had made a point to harvest some. So he had put them on a chain-? The explanation that goes follows has the mage making a slight 'ah' sound of understanding under his breath.

"You'll run head long into a dragon, but giving a gift to Cyril makes you nervous." He finds that a bit amusing, but does understand the feeling. "I take it the tooth is more then a gift?"

"Not in the way you're thinking of it, no," Kirk shook his head. He would sign, but with the weapons in hand it was difficult, so he merely made sure he enunciated clearly so Taas could properly read his lips. "But once upon a time, in my world, it would have been called magic."

The last part made him chuckle, giving a short waggle of his brows. "You're kinkier than I gave you credit for," he teased, idly swinging his weapon in slow circles to keep his arms warm and limber.

Cyril has to admit, he loves the way that the tooth looks against Taas. He had worried, for a bit, that the tooth would feel too much like a claim but it doesn't really. Not at all.

It feels more like the silver ring that Sam made him. A connection, a way to remember that someone cared for him and that he cared for them back.

He grins and then reached up to touch Taas's tooth. "I didn't think you could look any more sexy and then you went and added an accessory and a cool broken horn."

It would never be a claim with Taas. Just like its original use, it simply meant that Cyril would never be alone, and that was exactly what he deserved - a connection, something to rely on even when they were far away.

He chuckles again, leaning his head down a bit so that the elf can touch his horn. It's still a little tender at the base and the part that has snapped is fairly jagged. "What do you think I should do? Put a cap on this or take them both down?

Cyril is very careful in the way that he touches it. He isn't sure how sensitive it is for Taas. He makes a note to learn a bit more about Qunari physiology if the opportunity ever arises.

"Oh. If you cap it we could design something really shiny and pretty couldn't we?"

Post-Battle Blues

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