( open ) black tears on my freckles

[swordproof]

WHO: Six and you!
WHAT: Adalia is gone and things suck
WHEN: Post-Battle
WHERE: Gallows
NOTES: N/A, just sad bean

She has not seen her sister since before the battle.

Six's movement has been limited: her leg is still not entirely healed and the medical attention she was given was enough to get her walking, but she refused much else. She walks with a limp and a crutch, her eyes darting here and there as she moves around the Gallows, seeking out anyone who might be able to help her. She doesn't recognise everyone, even now, months behind her, and there's an edge of uncertainty that buries down inside of her, like a gnawing feeling in her gut.

She spends hours walking around, checking rooms, peering here and there. Her leg begins to ache, an agonising throb that makes her feel intense and pained, but she does not give up. Two wanders at her side, sniffing here and there, trying to find some trace of Adalia to follow. The fact that there is nothing makes her uncomfortable, and the sourness continues, settling on her face as she moves forward and ends up slumped in the corner of the training area.

With her broken leg and her cuts and bruises she can't lift a sword, but she can watch, set and a touch shattered, her frown set on her face and her eyes closing for long periods of time. There is no reason for Adalia to be on a mission, no sign of her being sent somewhere... There is no explanation that she wants to consider. It pains her.

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[circleprodigy]

"We need more people like you." Inessa's smiles returns, soft and gentle. "I know you didn't decide to be here, no one did. It's not fair...but that's not the point, is it? If you can help those who cannot help themselves, then I'm grateful nonetheless." She sighs, looking down to that spark as well. "You would make a fine Warden, if we were recruiting."

Perhaps one day...but that's not for Inessa to decide even if she could recommend it.

[swordproof]

"I do not think of myself of so worthy of compliment," Six admits. She might not have agreed to come here, but she thinks that she would have answered the call anyway, if Thedas had asked. It is her duty as a Paladin of Sarenrae, with her Oath binding her, to do what she can for people, to redeem those lost to the light and seek to aid those who were damaged by it. Thedas needs more of Sarenrae's guidance.

The rest makes her pause, though, blinking.

"I am honoured," she says finally, voice soft. "If it were to ever change... I would be glad to try."