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WHO: Gavin and OPEN
WHAT: After returning to the Mire, Gavin goes around delivering any mail that had arrived at Skyhold for people.
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Fallow Mire
NOTES: There's probably going to be some shippy shit with him and Maxwell sorry not sorry

Open.

Gavin has two satchels slung over his shoulder, full of mail, humming as he walked through the camp. For the letters whose recipients he knew by name, he simply went directly to them with a smile and a wave, to hand them their post. It wasn't until they'd all gotten their letters that Gavin started looking through the ones with unfamiliar names.

He frowned - because reading was hard - and had to spend several minutes mouthing out each name, or asking someone else to read it for him, before calling out for the person in question and just sort of hoping they, or someone that knew them, would hear him.

For Maxwell.

"Maxwell! Got something for you," Gavin called as he jogged up to the man, grinning from ear to ear as he pulled out the scroll. The seal had already been broken - by Leliana's spies, of course - but they'd done a pretty good job of putting it back together.

"Letter came for you, at Skyhold."

For Varric.

Of the two satchels, one, in its entirety, was for Varric. So he left the dwarf for last, and went to find him once the rest of the deliveries were finished, before holding the entire bag out to him.

"Here, you ah - you got a lot of mail. They asked me to bring it back for you, from Skyhold."

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"You could always just bat your eyelashes in the direction of my ankle and watch it heal itself to impress you," he teased with a lopsided smirk.

"And here I thought elf anatomy wasn't so different from human anatomy. How you have proven my studies false!" Okay, now she is joking.

"I have it on excellent authority that beauty heals all wounds," Gavin replied easily, and then pretended to pause.

"Or was that time...? Time heals all wounds... Nope, must be beauty. That makes far more sense."

"Yet I am the healer here, and I can say with confidence that it is the former. Sometimes time is the only thing that can be prescribed." And now she goes back to winding bandages. "One would think you are buttering me up so I will not yell at you the next time you injure yourself doing something foolish."

At that he grinned. "Oh, one would be very accurate. I find it's always in my best interest to butter up the healers, considering how often I end up there. But it's rare that I find that so easy."

He laughed, and then bowed.

"However, I will leave you to your work, m'lady."