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WHO Sina and friends
WHAT: She's back from getting murried and trying to get the garden to stop sucking!
WHEN: Justinian
WHERE: Generally either The Gallows or the old Qunari compound
NOTES: She's looking unusually robust lately.

I. Hangin' Around

Sina really hates to be inside, but she's learned to accept it while living in the compound, in the small shared room that now only she and Nari occupy. If there were a decent place to set up their tent that's certainly what they'd do, but there's barely any unpaved ground to be found and... frankly, it's a bit depressing.
As a result, she sits outside most evenings, on a low wall or stack of crates, watching workers make their way home and sipping a cup of tea. She's hardly gotten more metropolitan, but at least in contrast to when she first arrived, Sina seems much more comfortable in human-made territory.

II. Gardening

Having taken it upon herself to ensure the memorial garden in the Gallows is up to speed, Sina spends most of each day overseeing the care of its young plants. It's more than a little discouraging that, between the magical destruction and the red lyrium and the overall badness that have dominated the Gallows in the last few years, nothing seems to be growing easily, and that which does is sickly.

When left alone at the end of the day, Sina will often try to spot-heal various patches, siphoning life from the lost vegetation and pushing it into the dying. It always works temporarily, then the next day, it's like it never happened.
She's at her wits' end.

III. Infirmary

Though not there as often as she used to be, Sina still makes deliveries of what herbs she can coax out of the ground and offers medicinal assistance when it's needed. Every so often she can be talked into sticking around for a quick checkup, and whether it's the warmer environment or being closer to home or just time, the shard's effects on Sina seem less painful lately.

IV. Alienage

Sina is trying to befriend the elves of the city, admittedly at a disadvantage both due to her visible facial markings and the fact that there is a glowing green hole in her sternum. Whenever she has the time, she brings gifts from the garden and offers assistance with minor health concerns.
She can sometimes be found by the vhenandahl, talking to the children who have come to associate her visits with interesting stories, and periodically to adults whose trust she's beginning to win.

V. Wherever!

Probably not at a hot dog stand in Hightown, but one never knows!

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Selecting her own spot on the crates, Korrin sits down and makes herself comfortable, nodding in agreement. "Same, honestly. I was so nervous about moving to Kirkwall that I forgot about the benefits of not living in the frigid mountains. It's still not as warm as I'd like, but I'll take it."

She tilts her head, curious. "Araceli hasn't mentioned it yet? Huh, I thought she'd have beaten me to it. We're moving out of the damned barracks at long last. The paperwork went through, and we found a nice apartment at the docks. The landlord doesn't even seem to care that they'd be dealing with a 'qunari', as long as they get the rent on time." Blame Araceli for that, she probably laid the charm on thick.

Sina is visibly surprised by the news, but not necessarily unhappy. "An apartment?" she echoes, trying to remember what that constitutes. "How is that different from where we've been staying?" Multi-dwelling buildings are confusing. Multiple people can share a house, but that's different from a barracks, and it has nothing to do with size. Apartments are apparently more than just rooms in a larger building? What is a townhouse if not a house in a town?
If everyone lived in tents and aravels they wouldn't have this problem.

Having visited multiple Dalish clans at this point, at least Korrin has some context for Sina's confusion. "It's a lot more private, for one. The barracks accommodates so many people, and the walls are...well, not great walls. You still hear everything." Which is kind of a problem when one wants alone-time with her kadan. "Now, we have more than just a tiny-ass space that barely qualifies as a room. It's more self-contained than the barracks; it may still be only a part of the building, but it's ours to do with as we please. There's a general gathering and kitchen area, our own real bedroom again, and a nice view of the harbor. We still have some empty space, if you and Nari want to join us. There's even room on the roof, for a small garden if we want it."

"Oh." Yes, the sound would be an issue, she supposes, at least where Korrin and Araceli are concerned.
Sina smiles and hunches her shoulders slightly. "Maybe," she considers, "I'll bring it up with her. We may want to stay a bit closer to the alienage. Or even within it. It seems like the place to be."

Korrin nods, suspecting that might be the case but she had to make the offer nonetheless. "It's not that far away from it, but I understand if you want to be in the thick of things. And it's not like we wouldn't visit, of course. I can see it now, Lux charming all the alienage ladies."

This merits a giggle. "Perhaps," Sina admits, "if they want him there. Perhaps he could help with the rats." That is an issue there, she's found.

She raises a thoughtful eyebrow, not at all surprised to hear that vermin are an issue in the poorer areas of Kirkwall but wondering if Lux would take to it. "Well, there's only one way to find out. Give him bribes and attention and I bet he'll take to playing the hero for everyone. That's just more people to pay attention to him later. I'll mention it to Araceli."

"Won't the snacks be enough?" Sina wonders, folding her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. "I would think a fox would love to find a nest of fat lazy rats who've gone unchallenged. So long as he leaves the cats alone, what few there are." She smiles.

"Snacks, and petting and being told how soft his fur is and how he's the most majestic fox ever. You know his ego." Korrin grins, then looks thoughtful. "I haven't seen him go after cats, so they probably don't have anything to worry about. I'll double-check with Araceli, though, just to be sure."

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