11-01-2018, 06:11 PM
The dream had come and she had left before he could stop her. He should have stopped her, but he had just stood there with a sense of unease curdling in his bloodstream. Something big was coming, the strength of it made his bones ache. When it did, when it erupted into contagion and plague he knew he should start heading towards the safe zones.
But he couldn’t. Not without making sure she was safe.
So he waits there near the River, the rushing sound of the water comforting, reminding him of days where he watched the sea break upon the sand over and over and over again. It had always lulled him, and while that sound was different than the sound of the water gurgling and bubbling and cooing at him now, it was still comforting.
Even when he knew that there was a chance he was going to get the plague by waiting. Even if he could almost feel the sickness spreading. It was silly of course. Who knows, maybe he still had time.
But then he sees her and he knows, that he is going to get sick because she is sick and he’s not about to leave her behind. “Lily!” His voice a shout over the water and he steps closer touching his lips to where she was burned and the other injuries across her body. “Oh Lily, you fool.” He says softly, but affectionately, before he meets her eyes. “Is your baby girl safe and okay?” He asks first, worried about Leliana but worried about the child as well. “She’s in the safe zones with someone right?” He didn’t doubt it, didn’t doubt she was safe, but he wanted the confirmation.
“I wish I could heal you.” He says after a long minute, his eyes looking in agony at the physical wounds she had now to go with her mental ones. “I wish I could take it all from you and make you go someplace safe.” A small sad smile. “But instead, I guess we will struggle it out together.” A brighter smile, one more full of his usual charm. He settles along her side, giving her support if she needed it but otherwise fully prepared to just follow her along and be there for her.
But he couldn’t. Not without making sure she was safe.
So he waits there near the River, the rushing sound of the water comforting, reminding him of days where he watched the sea break upon the sand over and over and over again. It had always lulled him, and while that sound was different than the sound of the water gurgling and bubbling and cooing at him now, it was still comforting.
Even when he knew that there was a chance he was going to get the plague by waiting. Even if he could almost feel the sickness spreading. It was silly of course. Who knows, maybe he still had time.
But then he sees her and he knows, that he is going to get sick because she is sick and he’s not about to leave her behind. “Lily!” His voice a shout over the water and he steps closer touching his lips to where she was burned and the other injuries across her body. “Oh Lily, you fool.” He says softly, but affectionately, before he meets her eyes. “Is your baby girl safe and okay?” He asks first, worried about Leliana but worried about the child as well. “She’s in the safe zones with someone right?” He didn’t doubt it, didn’t doubt she was safe, but he wanted the confirmation.
“I wish I could heal you.” He says after a long minute, his eyes looking in agony at the physical wounds she had now to go with her mental ones. “I wish I could take it all from you and make you go someplace safe.” A small sad smile. “But instead, I guess we will struggle it out together.” A brighter smile, one more full of his usual charm. He settles along her side, giving her support if she needed it but otherwise fully prepared to just follow her along and be there for her.