and if I only could make a deal with God

[lettersfromhome]

WHO: Mia Rutherford, Cullen Rutherford, and YOU
WHAT: Councils and meetings are well and good, but someone's got to see to the damage done and the people who need reassurances.
WHEN: Haring 12, 13, 14
WHERE: Closed thread in Cullen's office. Then, all over Skyhold. Mostly wherever an extra set of hands are needed.
NOTES: Possible discussion of traumatic events.

And she'd thought Darkspawn were terrifying. They had been, certainly, every bit as deadly and in numbers that could shake even the bravest of men. The images of Honnleath falling to the horde would never leave her mind, as long as she lived.

But that creature that had gone tearing through the castle...

Of course in its wake people wanted to turn it into a point of argument. The mages were quick enough to engage the more political side of the issue to protect their people. Not unwise, when blame would shift so quickly their way. But politics weren't her concern, certainly not those of the mages and templars. There were instead many in the hold who might need help picking back up after the nightmarish encounter with the monster.

Simple things could go a long way. Bandages and herbs for the injured. Mending torn clothes. Warm food and blankets as a comfort to those for whom the effects could not so easily be mended. They were not grand gestures, they would shape nothing in the grander course of things, but someone had to look out for the little people. She'd gladly take on that role.

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Then, of course, her mind would turn to her brother. He'd faced abominations numerous times in his life, and being here meant she finally had the chance to look him in the eye, to see if he needed anything, and make certain he was holding together. That business tended to be harder to take care of through letters alone.

So her last stop of the day was the Commander's office, where she knocked sharp and brief before waiting exactly ten seconds. Then, answer or not, she was coming in.

Comments

[eolasemah]

"She is," Sina agreed, her smile becoming a close-lipped one (not that her front teeth didn't always stick out a little) when Mia persisted. "Thank you," she said once again, her gaze dropping uncomfortably. She would be as self-sufficient as she could, for as long as she could, and she didn't know what to do when so many fussed over her.

[lettersfromhome]

It couldn't be helped. Her instinct was to look after those around her, and someone suffering in her vicinity wouldn't be ignored. What good was she doing here if she did so?

Her hand falling away, Mia gave a gentle nod. "Of course. I should be getting back to it. We've many to see to. But please, take care."

[eolasemah]

Sina smiled and nodded back. "You too," she replied, lifting her hand in an amiable wave. "And please, if you need anything from the garden, I'm happy to help."