WHO: Alexandrie, Athessa, Bastien, Barrow, Derrica, Nell, and Poesia WHAT: A Very Riftwatch Summer Vacation WHEN: Late Solace WHERE: Churneau, Occupied Orlais NOTES: Violence cw etc. Bunch of details here.
In Athessa's grasp, Derrica flexes her fingers slowly. Two different flares of pain answer the movement. All of Poesia's criticisms might be true, but the blend of fire and ice was not ineffective. She sighs a little.
"Maybe tomorrow I can patch myself up a little better," she says, partly to herself and partly to reassure Athessa. But even as she says that, she considers the other injuries. Barrow's joints. Poesia's everything.
"But you're right. I do need to sleep."
Her tone is reluctant. Part of her wants to simply sit up the entire way back, just in case.
"I'll stay with you," Athessa says softly. "Until it's my turn to be on watch."
It had helped her, after a different mission gone wrong in Orlais last year, to sleep next to (more entwined with) Derrica as a living reminder that she was a prisoner no longer. A steady heartbeat of you're safe, you're safe, you're safe. So it's the least she can do in return now.
Derrica's hesitation lasts no longer than a breath. Some part of her thinks that she's taking advantage, that she shouldn't, but—
It's hard to pass up this comfort. Whatever she's forcibly projecting outward, the past few days have been hard. When she does lay down, mindful of her burns and the ice-blackened patches on her shin, it's a help to have Athessa close at hand.
She doesn't tell Athessa not to bother. What she does is turn towards her, curling carefully on her side in towards where Athessa is sat.
"Thank you," is the last of what she says before drifting off to sleep
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"Maybe tomorrow I can patch myself up a little better," she says, partly to herself and partly to reassure Athessa. But even as she says that, she considers the other injuries. Barrow's joints. Poesia's everything.
"But you're right. I do need to sleep."
Her tone is reluctant. Part of her wants to simply sit up the entire way back, just in case.
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It had helped her, after a different mission gone wrong in Orlais last year, to sleep next to (more entwined with) Derrica as a living reminder that she was a prisoner no longer. A steady heartbeat of you're safe, you're safe, you're safe. So it's the least she can do in return now.
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It's hard to pass up this comfort. Whatever she's forcibly projecting outward, the past few days have been hard. When she does lay down, mindful of her burns and the ice-blackened patches on her shin, it's a help to have Athessa close at hand.
She doesn't tell Athessa not to bother. What she does is turn towards her, curling carefully on her side in towards where Athessa is sat.
"Thank you," is the last of what she says before drifting off to sleep