[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]

When Ellana shifts position, Sina considers for a moment, then carefully rests her head on the older elf's shoulder as they look at the book together.
"I'll try," she says, blinking dejectedly at the page, "I can try to make copies now, if you wouldn't mind..?" Maybe they can get them to Pel or Merrill. They might know what to do.

[serannas]

"You can do whatever you'd like," Ellana replies softly. "I'm here to be in your company. You don't have to keep me entertained."

[eolasemah]

Sina smiles. "All right," she says timidly, "would you... mind bringing me some parchment, then? And ink?" She's going to get it all over her hands and bedclothes, probably, but no one will be surprised.

[serannas]

"I don't mind at all." Ellana waits until Sina has lifted her head to go get the necessary supplies and bring them back to the cot. She settles back in beside her, setting a piece of parchment down against her book and handing her the quill after dipping it into ink for her.

"I'll hold the inkwell, all right?"

[eolasemah]

Sina smiles, a bit bashfully, but also with mild amusement. Ellana, the ink stand.
"Serranas," she says, then arranges herself as best she can to begin copying the runes onto a slip of parchment. "This one almost resembles one that Pel found on their expedition to the Hinterlands," she observes, "but not quite. I wonder if it's something different entirely, or just the same word from a different region."

[serannas]

"Did you know much of runes before you came to Skyhold?" she asks, since she herself knows very little about them. They really are fascinating, though, and she's glad it's something Sina can devote her time to. It's a worthy task, and one that doesn't require a lot of movement to study. Both good things.

[eolasemah]

"No, not really," Sina says, a bit distractedly, as she painstakingly paints a line, "I don't think I'd even seen one before Pel showed me the veilfire. And now it seems like they're everywhere."

[serannas]

"They're one of those things you don't notice until it's pointed out to you. Though I suppose veilfire is the key to it all." Ellana watches Sina work, hoping it's not too much for her.

"It's amazing how much information can be stored in one."