[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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[singularwill]

It was chance, not fate, that saw Solas walking along that same beach, in the Fade, that night. Deep in his own thoughts he had barely even noticed as he had crossed the threshold from one dream into another - into a new part of the Fade. The spirits seemed different, when he walked by them. Calmer, somehow. Soothed.

He wasn't expecting to find a dreamer, staring out over the water. Especially not an elf.

He drew closer, his bare feet leaving tracks in the cool sand, before they were whisked away by the tide.

[eolasemah]

The seated elf was small, and pale, no doubt sickly, and when she turned to see that someone approached, she revealed that her chest was the brilliant, glittering green of the anchor shards. It wasn't this large in her waking life, but she felt its presence so profoundly that when she dreamed, it overtook the majority of her chest, from her collarbone all the way down her sternum.

She paid it no heed, it being a fact of her existence now. "You look familiar," she remarked, with a gentle smile.

[singularwill]

It was far, far too large - the anchor itself had not been that size - so he was taken aback, for a brief moment. But things were rarely literal in the Fade, and her words quickly drew his attention.

An eyebrow raised as he came to a stop near her. "Do I?" It wasn't an uncommon occurrence, of course, for someone who did not know him to feel that they did, in a dream. But it was more interesting, for who it came from.

[eolasemah]

For whatever reason, this elicited a small giggle, and she bent her head to let it pass. In the way of dreams, there wasn't any kind of linear process to her remembering where she'd seen him before, but she knew there was something vaguely funny about it.
"Cole told me," she said suddenly, beaming up at him, "about you." All her conversations with Cole were oddly difficult to remember in detail, but this much her subconscious knew with absolute certainty.

She may have been remembering the flyers Cole had made, on some level, as she seemed unable to stifle her amused smile.

[singularwill]

"Ah, so you are in skyhold," he murmured, half to him, half to himself. "And you remember Cole. Interesting." He stepped closer, reaching out to not-quite touch the shard blazing in her chest.

"This is interesting, too. And must be dealt with."

[eolasemah]

Sina's laughter abated, quieting back into a pleasant smile. "Yes," she confirmed, and when he came closer, she followed the path of his fingers. Although in her chest, the shard seemed a rift in itself, a void of swirling green.

"He said you could help," she recalled, and raised her eyes to look in his. "You're the only one who knows what to do." She continued to smile benignly all the while, as if talking about favorable weather.