The first impulse, the things she would do for Ellie if they were in Thedas, are closed to her.
She is quiet for a long moment, laying bandages carefully over Ellie's alcohol-slick skin. Covering the wound. Securing the wrappings.
"I love you," Derrica tells her. It is a messy, complicated sentiment, she knows. "I know you'll do what you have to, but please, know that I want you to survive. And so do so many others here."
It's a very, very delicate balance. Many in Riftwatch struggle to find it. Derrica worries that Ellie doesn't mean to try at all.
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The first impulse, the things she would do for Ellie if they were in Thedas, are closed to her.
She is quiet for a long moment, laying bandages carefully over Ellie's alcohol-slick skin. Covering the wound. Securing the wrappings.
"I love you," Derrica tells her. It is a messy, complicated sentiment, she knows. "I know you'll do what you have to, but please, know that I want you to survive. And so do so many others here."
It's a very, very delicate balance. Many in Riftwatch struggle to find it. Derrica worries that Ellie doesn't mean to try at all.