"And you chose to wait until now...why, precisely?" Not that it stops her from stepping into the room- not that it stops her from lifting an almost casual hand glowing with Compassion's blue light to flick a soothing spell of rejuvenation Kaidan's way. Contractual obligations. She'd let him keep the migraine and cope otherwise but- Compassion dictates. Even if he's earned it doing something that none of the other Wardens feel fit to explain. At least one answer has come to her- or at least the only one that seems to make any kind of sense. Felix is no mage, no warrior, no best of any best. He is studious and kind but he is not what one thought of when one brought up the Grey Wardens.
"To test if you could still cure the Blight at so late a stage?" It is what she would do. If something must be done you might as well learn from it; the offhand cold, pointed cruelty directed more at Alistair than at Sabriel. Of course Sabriel wished to do it sooner- she is a kind soul, her association with the Wardens may be frustrating but Adelaide does not hold it against her. Or at the very least attempts to not.
She stops at the foot of Felix's bed, face stern, eyes glowing but narrowed. No ache. No blight. He is, in fact, well- and however they've managed that? Is either some manner of secret, forbidden magic (else they'd be willing to discuss the matter and find a proper cure that didn't make wardens of the recipients) or a fucking miracle. In a world with demons, magic, and dragons- with rifts and frustrating Northern mages and men from other worlds- the former is still far more likely than the latter. Miracles simply did not happen. Least of all at the hands of a fool. "What of the song he heard that kept him from sleep? Have you cured that as well?"
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"To test if you could still cure the Blight at so late a stage?" It is what she would do. If something must be done you might as well learn from it; the offhand cold, pointed cruelty directed more at Alistair than at Sabriel. Of course Sabriel wished to do it sooner- she is a kind soul, her association with the Wardens may be frustrating but Adelaide does not hold it against her. Or at the very least attempts to not.
She stops at the foot of Felix's bed, face stern, eyes glowing but narrowed. No ache. No blight. He is, in fact, well- and however they've managed that? Is either some manner of secret, forbidden magic (else they'd be willing to discuss the matter and find a proper cure that didn't make wardens of the recipients) or a fucking miracle. In a world with demons, magic, and dragons- with rifts and frustrating Northern mages and men from other worlds- the former is still far more likely than the latter. Miracles simply did not happen. Least of all at the hands of a fool. "What of the song he heard that kept him from sleep? Have you cured that as well?"