[open] love, love is a verb

[eolasemah]

WHO: Sina and you!
WHAT: She's awake more often and able to sit up in bed to do things. Visits will be more productive now.
WHEN: Early Drakonis
WHERE: Sina & Nari's tent in the garden
NOTES: Follow-up to this log and the direct result of this one.

The past month has been rough, and Sina has spent most of it in the Fade. Only now is she beginning to look a little more alive, able to converse and laugh without hurting herself, eating more than what Nari can manage to spoon into her mouth while she's conscious, spending her days reading tomes on magic and elvhen history from the library.
She still can't get out of bed without assistance, and the stuffiness of the sick tent is wearing on her. Sina is pale and thin, a shadow of herself, with bags under her eyes and protruding bones. She still smiles easily, however, and is grateful for company and news of outside goings-on.

She will get better. She is getting better. But it will take time.

Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

"And it just happened? Are you for real right now??" Church can, unfortunately, do a little bit of the higher pitched as he gets more wound up thing. Not as bad as Wash, but still pretty bad. "I can't believe you were just going about your magical business and then bam you opened a demon portal! Do you, I mean, I just, seriously, you get how afraid the general populace is of people who can, I don't know, just magic open a glowy green netherworld portal full of fucking demons! I mean, what, were you--were you just playing around with your like chest glow while you were hocus pocusing or what?!"

[eolasemah]

Though she's been holding her own ...relatively well, Church's words hit their target in quick succession. Sina wants to keep arguing, but is at a loss for words; instead she just starts to cry, drawing her knees up to bury her face in them. She shakes her head behind the self-made barrier, whimpering, "I didn't mean to...!"

[qunari]

"Hey."

Church is quickly going to fall himself falling in the shadow of a very large, very stern-looking Qunari. He'd only heard part of the conversation in passing, but it didn't take much to see that the guy's fit was not doing the little elf any favors.

The little elf he remembered from the early days at Skyhold, as he recalled. Skittish little thing who'd brought him some herbs and things in a little care package.

So yeah. This is him, raising an eyebrow at Church, telling him without so many words that he needs to ease up off of her, real quick like.

"There a problem here?"

[nadasharillen]

On her way back from the kitchens with a small pot of herbed broth--not too far from the entrance to the gardens--Nahariel hears a sound. A faint but distinctive sound. The high, thin, wailed vowels of her First in distress.

The pot hits the ground with a metallic clatter followed by a liquid splash, as the hunter's languid amble turns to a dead sprint towards the tent.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Oh god woman crying how do deal with that--he doesn't really have to deal with crying back home because, tch, guys in the army don't cry. Except Caboose. Grif when he eats the last oreo. Donut, maybe, if someone messes up his homely stuff or if he breaks a nail. Look he just doesn't ever have to deal with women crying and it's kind of freaking him out?

Church whirls on the holy fuck he's fucking huge guy--god damn, qunari, maybe you guys could like chill out with the natural steroids or whatever--and is torn between doing the smart thing and letting his anger get the better of him.

As usual, he lets his anger get the better of him. "This is the person that randomly threw open a fucking rift in the fucking middle of the fucking castle!" He gestures emphatically to her. "Sorry if that's kind of important news to me! Rift things don't just open on their own!"

[eolasemah]

Sina is still cowering when the Iron Bull enters, and perhaps it's that she's already afraid of what Church will do, but having two large terrifying men alone in the tent with her is more than she can weather. She recognizes the qunari, but having only spoken to him once, she can't be certain he won't agree with Church and come after her too.
She clumsily crawls back towards her pillow and extends a frail hand, and the tent floor is abruptly torn by what appear to be roots growing upward in a feeble, makeshift wall between her and the other two. It only makes it a little past the mattress before the spell strength wanes, but she keeps trying to coax it further, shaking and sweating and with one hand pressed to her shard, as though that will lessen the pain.

[qunari]

Bull glances once towards the terrified elf before narrowing an eye at Church.

"You'll want to stop talking and start taking a deep breath. Right now." It's not a tone that leaves a lot of room for argument.

Sina scuttling off at the sight of him joining the fray isn't about to hurt his feelings. She's been through a lot, not of her own volition from what he understands. He's no happier about that immense power being settled right in their midst than anyone else, but screaming about it in the middle of the gardens?

Not helpful to anyone.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Telling Church to stop talking is usually a good way of assuring he keeps talking, but then there are plants just miracle-growing out of the ground around the elf person? Christ this is bullshit. Everything right now is just bullshit.

"Fine!" he snaps. "Fine, whatever, who cares about random demon portals opening up at random magic! Nobody! Sure! Okay! Just move your big horny ass aside and I'll be on my merry little way!"

Church no.

[eolasemah]

Sina is close to expending all her energy-- not to mention mana-- and, not wanting to accidentally open another rift right here in the tent (that would do nothing for her reputation with the screaming human), she instead just lets herself lie still, peering nervously through her makeshift blockade at the arguing men.