It's the truth. Ellie is always truthful with her, always. So Derrica knows that Ellie is being truthful with her now.
This is how she moved through the world. How she expects to move through it now that they're in this facsimile of it, and perhaps even in similar moments in Thedas. It is painful, thinking about what kind of pain Ellie expects to absorb.
Her fingers lift to Ellie's jaw, silently beseeching.
"It doesn't have to be," she presses, as gently as she knows how. (Stubborn, Derrica can be more stubborn than anyone realizes.) "You're not alone here. You can be hurt. You risked your life, you can let that mean something."
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It's the truth. Ellie is always truthful with her, always. So Derrica knows that Ellie is being truthful with her now.
This is how she moved through the world. How she expects to move through it now that they're in this facsimile of it, and perhaps even in similar moments in Thedas. It is painful, thinking about what kind of pain Ellie expects to absorb.
Her fingers lift to Ellie's jaw, silently beseeching.
"It doesn't have to be," she presses, as gently as she knows how. (Stubborn, Derrica can be more stubborn than anyone realizes.) "You're not alone here. You can be hurt. You risked your life, you can let that mean something."