[open] you'll come back when it's over

[eolasemah]

WHO friends and family of Sina Dahlasanor
WHAT: post-mortem interactions
WHEN: the evening of 7 Haring and onward
WHERE: the infirmary and elsewhere
NOTES: CW for death and illness. Apart from the main post I will not be tagging in. This thread is for wake/funeral/burial arrangements and anything else you guys want to play out pertaining to Sina's death, so feel free to make top levels or do whatever else!

It was the evening of the sixth when Galadriel paid her visit to Sina, after which the girl became mostly unresponsive. Still breathing, she slept through the night and day, waking up in the late afternoon just long enough to reach for Nari's hand and whisper something to her before falling away again. The candles grew dim and the shadows long before she stirred again, pulling in a last rasping breath, her lips moving soundlessly to form two unknown words as she exhaled and fell still.

It was hardly ten minutes later when, witnessed by friends and clan, the glowing green patch of magic that had plagued them all for the last couple years simply... vanished from the elf's sternum, as though it had never been there. Lying small and wasted away, destroyed from the inside out, anyone who looked at Sina for the first time would not understand what had killed her.

The room was then vacated by all but Keeper Thalia and Sina's parents, a balding large-eyed man with a quivering chin and a plain, sandy-haired woman, neither appearing all that much more vital than their late daughter. It was they who prepared the body for the resulting rites, silent and weary, their miracle baby laid to an untimely rest.

Out in the hall, Nari found herself surrounded in a collective embrace by a sea of russet-haired Dalish, her family. Even in a time like this, being with their daughter and sister brought comfort, and they hoped she might find some as well.
Sedi and Nymii stood as sentries on either side of the door, permitting only mourners and scowling down otherwise unrelated onlookers.

At last, at long last, it was over.

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[nadasharillen]

When Siuona's hand sought Nahariel's for the last time, the dark-haired elf reached for it like a drowning woman reaches for air; and even though she had promised not to grip, she did. She listened to her last words like she could sear the voice into herself. Her lips twisted as she fought to not drown out Sina's last breaths with her own heavy ones.

Sina's chest rose. It fell. It didn't rise again.

And time fractured.

Sina, the grasses from the plains blooming through her fingers in the shadows of the forest.

Sina, falling to the forest floor with a cry, struck with a sickly glowing star.

Sina, her eyes closing as Ghilan'nain's curling horns grew across her forehead under Thalia's hands.

Sina, her hands in the soil in the mountains, Skyhold's walled gardens returning to life.

Sina, her face serious and earnest as she repeated lessons about their history, about the Creators.

Sina, trying not to laugh and failing as Isen capered.

Sina, surrounded by friends, her eyes bright in the courtyard at Solstice.

Sina, face set and uncertain as they stepped out of the forest

Sina, her hair in bloom with flowers as she walked to the altar.

Sina, her eyes full of the plains of their name for the first time.

Sina, too tired to eat, managing a smile.

Sina, laughing with delight, her tiny hands reaching for the crudely carved halla waved above her wide brown eyes.

Sina.

There was a thump in the silence and Nari vaguely realized she'd toppled the stool she'd been sitting to the ground with the violence of her stumbling to her feet, her fingers numb. The stones of the infirmary looked strange, wrong--had she been here before? She knew she should recognize everyone around her, but they were from another world. Some of them were crying. She was crying. Why.

Hand finally met stone as Nari's stumbling reached the hall, and she pressed her cheek against it because its cold was real and she clung to its realness, her gemstone eyes wide and staring like a doe watching the arrow that would take it.

Someone was saying something, and then she was surrounded by strong familiar arms, and then more, and more, and she pressed her face into them and wailed, and it was thin, and quiet, muffled, and alone.





[I'll come be in your threads, but she's gonna be 'bout insensible save to the fam for this bit]

[mythalenaste]

"I have you," Pel says softly, holding tight. "Let it all go."

Sina told them to look after Nari. Pel is incapable of refusing her last request.

[nadasharillen]

She is incapable, clenched around herself like it is her body that will tighten and tighten as the hours go on, but even so her hand leaves the wall to find the cloth near Pel's collar. Her knuckles lighten under the strain as she clenches it in her fist.