wisely and slow, they stumble that run fast

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WHO: Herian & others; starters to be added
WHAT: An injured Knight-Enchanter returns to Kirkwall after close to two years up in Skyhold with the Inquisition.
WHEN: the next couple weeks, maybe longer?
WHERE: Infirmary
NOTES: Gross injury stuff, Herian's eternal angst bucket existence
I am starting off with a couple of closed starters at the moment, and I'll add open ones once I am less of a lost baby lamb. (Or if you'd like a custom starter totally pm me and we can figure that one out!)

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[youwonscience]

It breaks her into a warmer smile. "Well, I had help, it wasn't just me. But thanks, yeah. It's big. It's been a few months, but I'm still getting used to it. You know, conceptually." She feels better, which is a big win on its own. But the long-term ramifications are still sinking in. She suspects that will take awhile.

She rests a hand on Herian's blanket, not touching her, but a little more relaxed all the same. "Now we can get you healed up, and we'll be in great shape." Sternly, to Franklin: "No catching a cold or anything, OK?"

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Something about, we’ll be in great shape stirs hope in her, as foolish as she knows that to be. Cosima is just returned to Thedas, Herian remains emotionally raw and vulnerable. It is not the time for her focus to be cause on such matters, and yet.

“He is immune to any many of sickness. The sheer force of his optimism seems to chase away any miasma or infection.”

See, she remembers some of the stuff Cosima explained to her, even if old habits are hard to shake. Her gaze is caught in Cosima, though, as Franklin shimmies forward on his belly, and rolling on his back to request pats.

“That you and your sisters can be safe and well is... a relief beyond words. You all deserve every happiness, after all the turbulence you have endured.”