i’ve been waiting on the fault line | OTA

[limier]

WHO: Wren Coupe, Melys, Casimir Lyov, Finch Wicker + YOU
WHAT: Catchall for the month
WHEN: Mid- whatever this month is i give up
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Will edit as appropriate

 

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[limier]

"Nor will it be served for doubt of my decisions,"

That's perhaps harsher than intended. A moment; her eyes shut, open again on a spasm.

"Voss will handle official duties." No doubt, she's already in motion of that. "But my presence in the open would be a distraction, one which endangers future command."

She can't precisely give a level glance at present, not the way her chin dips and bobs with each new start, but under other circumstances it might pass for one. Discretion, a conversation they've had before. Internal politics have only grown more precarious in days since.

"There is work to be done," An eye to the pages again, and it's a touch wider now, a touch more strained. "Even if it is only for my absence."

[circleprodigy]

"Voss...alright. Delegation is good." Inessa only vaguely knows her, but she's relieved that Wren is conceding that much. There isn't going to be any big Forces activity anyway, not with so many of the Inquisition afflicted.

"I know...and it's not my division, but that won't stop me from volunteering my time, if another set of hands is needed for paperwork or such. I can't exactly plan for my own project for the time being, not when so many are afflicted." She's dealing with her own set of symptoms, but so far none of that has caused her to lose focus. So, she'll donate that to where it's needed.