[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.

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[eolasemah]

"Oh," Sina says dumbly, then purses her lips. "I am sorry for your sister." She strokes Buttercup sleepily, and although she doesn't react, her mind is piqued oddly by this human invoking the Creators. She's too tired to ask about it.

"I'm... no, it's fine," she says with a weary but appreciative smile, "the cat has been keeping me warm. I quite enjoy his presence."

[the_effect_she_has]

"Thank you." Was the automatic reply, something she had said so many times that she was wondering if she even meant it anymore. After all, it didn't make up for her sister being gone, but what could she say?

"Oh, well, you're welcome to him." She eyed Buttercup, a smirk twisting her lips. "It keeps him out of trouble. And he ... likes you. Which is ... weird."

[eolasemah]

Sina doesn't press her for more information or emotion on her sister-- she has never lost anyone significant, but her clan lost many, and she has learned through experience that people will talk about things when they want to. Especially perfect strangers.

Smiling at Katniss, she angles her head to look at Buttercup again, giving him a lazy scratch behind his ears. "Perhaps he knows I'm not used to cats," she says, "I hear they like people who treat them with caution and reverence." Her smile becomes a joking one-- it's true, she'd never met a small domestic cat before arriving at Skyhold, but she's heard enough about them to understand the reputation they have.

[the_effect_she_has]

Buttercup purrs contentedly, closing his eyes half-way, as he continues to look at Katniss. The woman herself is giving the cat the hairy eyeball, "Well, he certainly likes that."

Feeling awkward, standing up and making this poor woman strain herself to look up at her, Katniss grabbed a stool, "I'll just ... sit with you while you fall back asleep then, eh? Just in case demon cat gets ornery."

[eolasemah]

Sina is a bit surprised at the girl's reply, and smiles again in mild bewilderment. "I... all right," she concedes, already feeling awkward about the prospect of a stranger sitting with her while she falls asleep. "...you really don't have to," she adds uncertainly.

[the_effect_she_has]

Well, Buttercup seems to be sticking around. Katniss shifts on her stool, a little uncomfortable, before she clears her throat. "Well, just long enough to, ah, introduce myself then. So if I come back looking for the demon cat, your friends won't think I'm here just bothering you. Or ... something."

[eolasemah]

Sina nods, smirking a little in spite of herself at the fact that neither of them has actually introduced themselves yet. "I'm Sina," she says, holding out one frail hand, "of Clan Dahlasanor." She pauses, then adds, "...why do you call him a demon?" Is this cat possessed. So help her Creators that will not bolster her image.

[the_effect_she_has]

Katniss reached out and took the other woman's hand in her callused brown one. "Katniss. Everdeen." So she was Dalish as well. She looked so frail ... Katniss was going to have to make sure to get some meat and broth sent over. Sina looked like she needed at least a half a dozen sandwiches in her.

A faint smirk, as she looked over at Buttercup, "Because's he's the meanest little furry bastard I've ever known in my life -- but no worries, he's absolutely not possessed. No demon would be dumb enough to try and take him on."

[eolasemah]

This merits a small giggle from Sina, who clasps Katniss' hand and then returns her own to Buttercup's fuzzy head. "Oh, he's not mean," she coos, angling her head towards him, "he's a big rattly baby, aren't you." She seems to know that she's in the minority with this ability, but that doesn't stop her from enjoying it.

[the_effect_she_has]

Katniss smirked again, as she looked over at Buttercup and stuck her tongue out at the ginger beast. "He's a big nasty baby, that's what he is. But he bends like a reed for the nice ones."

[eolasemah]

Sina laughs lightly again, then lays her head back, already weary from the short interaction. "I suppose that makes me nice," she muses, and angles her head towards Katniss. "...but what makes you not?"

[the_effect_she_has]

Katniss leans back, looking at Buttercup thoughtfully, "Because I'll fight anyone who looks at me and mine sideways. I'll spit and hiss at anyone who thinks just because they are this or that they are better than me. I don't have time for political niceness when people are dying. I'm ... too blunt, too rough around the edges, too prickly to ever be sweet."

One corner of her mouth twisted, "In other words, Buttercup knows I'm just like him. And vice versa."

[eolasemah]

The answer seems to trouble Sina, and her smile dwindles into a look of concern. "Who thinks they're better than you?" she asks softly, also wondering at anyone looking at her sideways and political niceness. "...and being sweet doesn't mean you aren't nice. It sounds like your heart is in the right place." She smirks a little. "Just like his."

[the_effect_she_has]

"Bigoted people who don't know any better." Is Katniss's firm reply, "But as I've said, I don't pay them any mind." She sighed dramatically as she looked at Buttercup, "Oh I Suppose."

Her faint smile, however, belayed that reaction.

[eolasemah]

Sina accepts that answer, and nods with a small smile. It's as good a philosophy as any.