[OPEN] Dance of the Herbal Tea Fairy

[eolasemah]

WHO: Sina and you!
WHAT: Deliveries of herbal concoctions, helpfully plucked and dried from our very own Skyhold gardens. Need a tea blend, a potion, a poultice, a pinch of a rare herb for your nefarious research? Surely you've sent word down to the gardens, and the delivery is on its way.
WHEN: Throughout Haring
WHERE: All over Skyhold
NOTES: Just assume you've made the request and say where you are in your reply! Also please feel free to run into her somewhere even if you're not waiting on herbs.

Sina, dressed warmly in her cloak and scarves, with boots too large and gloves with holes for the fingers, traverses Skyhold with a basket of small herbal packets for wherever in the Keep they're needed.

She's too shy to meet eyes with most passersby, and could likely be mistaken as a servant by some if not for her vallaslin and the green glow emanating from her sternum, even beneath the scarves. But now is the time to be brave and make herself useful, with a hopeful side-effect of meeting more of Skyhold's populace.

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[dalishious]

[ Ugh, talking. Merrick's voice is very hoarse when he speaks. Creators his throat hurts. ]

I want the herbs I asked for.

[eolasemah]

Sina paused, then straightened. "...oh." She left him to go back to her work table, where she had set aside a packet for this particular order. When she brought it back, she offered him a small smile. "What are your symptoms?" she asked softly, "in case I missed anything."

[dalishious]

[ Now the other elf wants him to talk even more, and frankly, Merrick has half a mind to just snatch the basket out of her hands and disappear again. He doesn't. Instead he just lets out a low groan, rubbing his aching forehead. ]

Sore throat. Headache. Body hurts.

[eolasemah]

Sina nodded and looked into the small bundle she held, sorting through it to make sure she had everything. "I hope this helps," she finally said, with a conclusive air, and handed it to him with a smile.

"If you need more or something else, I'm Sina. You can usually find me here." She angled her head, catching a glance of his face beneath the hood. "Are you Clan Ashara?"

[dalishious]

"You shouldn't get so close," he muttered. "You'll get sick."

And then he added, "Yes."

[eolasemah]

Sina made a face that was vaguely exasperated, but she wasn't going to push him if he was going to be taciturn. "...well it's nice to meet you. I'm of Clan Dahlasanor." She glanced him over once again. "..and I hope you feel better soon. Please send for something if you don't."