WHO: Adalia, Alistair, Freddie, Herian, Loghain, Medicine Seller, Melys, Nathaniel, Notas, Teren. WHAT: Rescuing a king, maybe. WHEN: Early Wintermarch WHERE: An island off Seheron, the Fade NOTES: Violence, disturbing imagery.
A warm, gentle touch, and words of comfort that he'd come to expect from no one--Loghain glances down at her hand on his arm wordlessly. Then, after a moment of hesitation, he briefly covers her hand with his own, squeezes once.
He can't speak the words to give voice to the welling of gratitude that he feels. But he presses his lips together tightly, nods once, and clears his throat.
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He can't speak the words to give voice to the welling of gratitude that he feels. But he presses his lips together tightly, nods once, and clears his throat.