[closed AND open??] I'm not sick, but I'm not well

[onlyhymns]

WHO: Cade & you, starters for specific people
WHAT: He's back from Rivain and doing terribly!
WHEN: Harvestmere
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: the usual Cade stuff, there's always a chance it'll come up

I. Gwen's Household

He hadn't had time to begin training before the mission to Rivain, so Cade has only recently become a frequent visitor to Casa Vauquelin. He doesn't quite understand her relationship to Wren, but Cade wasn't raised in a barn and knows how to enter a person's home without making a nuisance of himself, so he always knocks and waits to be let in before he'll proceed to the room where Wren will be waiting.
Whomever opens the door gets to deal with him. This happens several times a week.

II. Wren

Cade is easily upset and even whiny on his worst days, but when he's training, he's all business. There's been a nervous energy underlying his every motion, which might be chalked up to just who he is, but also may be a result of just how incredibly tits-up things went on the mission to Rivain. Each session he does exactly what's expected of him, but something about his demeanor indicates he's about to reach a breaking point. It might be bad.

III. Simon

The worst part about not being a Templar anymore is the continued addiction to lyrium, which Cade has learned pretty quickly he can't ignore. Every week he meets with Simon to procure their allotted dosage, and though he doesn't need an escort, having a friend-- is Simon his friend??-- nearby at least makes the process a little more bearable.
It's still degrading as all get out, but Simon is big and blocks Cade's view of most people who might cast him judging glances, so that's a blessing.
"The Commander started going off lyrium," he murmurs to Simon as the line inches forward, "he didn't die from it." ...wait, where is the Commander again? "...I think."

IV. Beleth

Cade couldn't have left the ship any faster when they got back, and if Beleth hadn't seen him leave someone might have thought he'd fallen overboard in transit. He vanished for several days, but has reappeared with a knock at her office door.

V. Open

Feeling that the Inquisition army barracks would be more secure (and cheaper) than staying in an inn forever, Cade has moved his limited belongings in to stay with the assortment of soldiers and scouts from the area. Surprisingly, it's been a nice way to start over; he never talks, so he might as well be a new intake, which means nobody knows his history. He's just some guy, and that's exactly the way he prefers it: blended into the mass, forgettable, forgotten. Invisible.

He can often be found practicing archery with the soldiers, or helping out down at the docks, or reading in a pub, now that it's gotten too chilly to do so outside.

Comments

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Cade is less the type to slam the bag in one go and more the type to pick at it until it's entirely gone and he doesn't remember eating all of it, but to be fair, he could probably stand to do that a bit more often these days.
He's toying with a few almonds that have dropped to the table from the bag, pushing them around and sorting them while he thinks. "It doesn't matter," he answers idly, "I can work late."
Giving up the game and popping the stragglers into his mouth, Cade eyes the bag, but leaves it for now. "Beginning of next week?" He swallows. "...I should finish out at the docks."

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It doesn't matter, and that strikes a note of worry in the back of Myr's mind. He puts it away for later, to be considered when he's got time and quiet (and can't lean on Cade for answers, something he knows won't help).

"That'll work," he pronounces. "You can finish out at the docks and I'll have things in better order to hand them off. We'll say--," a pause for quick mental calculation, forecasting when he's likely to be awake, "mid-morning, after breakfast.

"And," and here he gives a rueful little laugh, "one last question I probably ought to have started with. Have you got any objection to working closely with rifters?"

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"Mid-morning," Cade repeats, both to make it clear he understands and to make it easier for himself to remember. Taken somewhat aback by the additional question, he considers briefly. "I, um. I don't think so." No more than anyone else, anyway, and he's hardly in a position to be choosey.

[faithlikeaseed]

"Good. It's a date," he replies, smiling. "I'll see if I can't get serah Reyes to put on an appearance then as well, and introduce you two if you've not already met." Though he has a hunch they might; the rifter had made his way to Kirkwall along with the returning Inquisition forces, after all.

He thinks a moment--mindful of Cade's time but not wanting to walk off if there's something else he needs to say--before pushing back from the table and getting to his feet. "I've got to get back to the Gallows, but let me know if there's anything else you need before we begin, hm?"

[onlyhymns]

"I haven't," Cade admits, and is making an uneasy face about Myr's phrasing, but fortunately can't be seen doing it. "Right," he stammers after a bit too long a silence, "I will."

[faithlikeaseed]

His expression softens, the usual smile fading to something with more worry in it. "All right," once he's had a moment to process that too-long pause and wonder at it. "Maker walk with you, Cade.

"And take care of yourself, all right?"

[onlyhymns]

Cade pauses on his way to the door, wrapping his mind around Myr's words. So few people... say that, these days, with such sincerity. He turns back to look at him, slightly relieved, in a strange way. "And with you," he replies, "...I will." He steps out.