WHO: Athessa, Madi, Lucien, Skull, and YOU!! WHAT: catch-all WHEN: mostly Satinalia and later WHERE: Kirkwall and The Gallows NOTES: post-murderhaus h/c is gonna go here
There are reasons he's rarely found without coffee, and only some of them are how much he likes the taste. He'd been an insomniac a long time before Eros, before Ganymede, before visions in the Ring and the darkness in the alien ruins of Ilus and now this — he knows how to do this.
"I know," he says, exhales. "I've thought about the same thing."
There weren't any other bodies — that they know of, found — but who knows how much that really means?
He opens his mouth to reflexively refuse the offer, then pauses. Closes it.
"Some kind of medicine he makes," she says, waving a dismissive hand with only a slight wince. "Herbs and probably some extracts of some kind, I assume. It works, but sometimes it makes you act a little loopy in your sleep."
It's Ambien™. It makes you act fuckin' bonkers.
"Or I could get you some elfroot to smoke, but it doesn't always make people sleepy. I end up wandering, still awake and just...stoned."
That's sort of what he expected the answer to be, but he's hardly comfortable enough in Thedas to take anything for granted. Maybe it's some kind of magical shit, or something else horrifyingly primitive by space age standards.
"I'll keep that in mind," he says of both options, "thanks. I doubt I'll need it anytime soon, though."
Insomnia is a problem for the near future, but worry and adrenaline are about the only things keeping him conscious at present.
Athessa nods, rather absently. She is listening to what he says, but more passively than in other conversations. Rather than making eye contact and being actively in the moment, what he says just sort of filters through everything else and files itself away automatically while she watches the goings-on in the infirmary.
Gently, with her good hand, she pats his shoulder. "Lemme know if I can get ya anything, yeah? And if you need a healer without all—" A fluttering gesture with her fingers. "—This. You should see Derrica. She'll understand."
(The last time she stood here, in the infirmary, waiting, was when Derrica had been the one subjected to torture.)
Then Athessa takes a deep breath, albeit shaky, and she pats him once more before removing herself to be tended to.
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"I know," he says, exhales. "I've thought about the same thing."
There weren't any other bodies — that they know of, found — but who knows how much that really means?
He opens his mouth to reflexively refuse the offer, then pauses. Closes it.
"A concoction? What do you mean?"
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It's Ambien™. It makes you act fuckin' bonkers.
"Or I could get you some elfroot to smoke, but it doesn't always make people sleepy. I end up wandering, still awake and just...stoned."
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"I'll keep that in mind," he says of both options, "thanks. I doubt I'll need it anytime soon, though."
Insomnia is a problem for the near future, but worry and adrenaline are about the only things keeping him conscious at present.
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Gently, with her good hand, she pats his shoulder. "Lemme know if I can get ya anything, yeah? And if you need a healer without all—" A fluttering gesture with her fingers. "—This. You should see Derrica. She'll understand."
(The last time she stood here, in the infirmary, waiting, was when Derrica had been the one subjected to torture.)
Then Athessa takes a deep breath, albeit shaky, and she pats him once more before removing herself to be tended to.