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WHO: Holden, you!
WHAT: A catch-all for the month(?)
WHEN: After Satinalia and onwards
WHERE: Kirkwall, Gallows
NOTES: There'll be post-murderhaus stuff in here, so there may be references to some of the horror movie occurrences!

Starters will be in the comments! I'm sorry, I'll write a real log one day.

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[acreage]

Arguably, the job of a ship's captain is to worry.

There's no Rocinante in Thedas, in the Gallows, and the title is functionally meaningless. Except: he worries about Amos, his well-being, keeping him safe, making the best decisions while they're both here. He worries about Naomi, and about Alex, and whatever it is that they may be dealing with, whether or not they're even experiencing Holden's and Amos's absences. He worries about the unsteady peace in their system, Cortazar and the sample of protomolecule, the protomolecule-killing tech on Ilus and the beings that made them. He worries about the people he knows here. The others who were on this mission, wounded physically and mentally, the friends he's been starting to make, the mistreatment of whose who aren't human, who have magic, the looming threat of Corypheus and more.

The uncertainty of his own condition is, too, a buzz in the back of his mind. But it slides down the list, past these more pressing concerns.

He gives her hand a squeeze, cants his head, smiles a little lopsidedly. Says, "Me, worry?"

[tender]

A soft smile in return, some quiet amusement in her face as she looks at him. She's known Holden for a very short stretch of time, but certain things have become plain to her.

That's a shared trait, Derrica thinks. For better or for worse, she recognizes that habit in him that she's so prone to. Her hand tightens on his.

"Worry less," she amends. "And get some sleep. We can figure the rest of this out tomorrow."

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"We can figure it out when we can."

And with that said, he'll gently slip his hand free.

"The others'll also need looking after."

As in, infirmary staff might be kind of busy with the lot of them, in these next few days. She doesn't need the reminder, but he can't help himself.

"But try not to work yourself too hard."

gently ties bow on this thread.

[tender]

"You get some rest," Derrica answers, sliding off the table. "I'll check in on you later."

In case Holden had any misconceptions that he's now off the hook. But Derrica parting smile is very kind, before she leaves him be.