minor injury meme.

[estivates]

You or your meme partner has been hurt, but don't worry! This time around it's not that bad. You can still limp your way out of this mess.

INJURIES.
1. Sprain/strain. How did you screw up walking?
2. Broken bones. Simple fractures still hurt.
3. Cuts. Hopefully one of you has a sewing kit.
4. Burns. Location, location, location. Let's pray this one isn't on your ass.
5. Concussion. No, they're most likely not holding up fifteen fingers.
6. Other. I'm not a doctor.

HOW'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Stupidity. You did this to yourself.
2. Accident. Is an unintentional attack still an attack?
3. Attack. Don't lie, you deserved it.
4. Other. It's probably still your own fault.

WHERE'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Home. Did you remember to invest in a first aid kit?
2. School/Work. This should be excellent for getting you out of doing stuff!
3. Outdoors. Predators like the smell of blood. Clean up asap.
4. In the water. Hopefully there aren't any sharks!
5. Other. Like a hospital. That'd be handy.

Comments

[inquisitorialness]

[ She laughs again. She's mostly just telling him things for the sake of sharing. Her companions are so very disparate in beliefs and perspectives - she's glad of it, in general, even though in practice it can be frustrating, if not occasionally infuriating.

She's the one who recruited them, after all.

But that's neither here nor there - not once she turns back toward the bed to catch him watching her with that look on his face like she's the most amazing person in the world. ]

Am I so terribly distracting?

[ She touches the wash basin, a small bit of power put into it, to warm the water again, before dipping a fresh cloth in. ]

Here.

[serves]

You have no idea.

[Cullen is not a barbarian that will wash his genitals off while on his back in front of a lady, so he forces himself to his feet and walks over to her to take the cloth. It's warm.]

Thank you.

[Even then, he turns away.]

[inquisitorialness]

[ She just smiles, almost sheepish, and turns to wrap herself up in a housecoat. It gets chilly with the breeze from the mountains, and she perpetually keeps the big windows open onto her balcony.

She never knows quite what to do with those looks of adoration, much as she loves them. Never knows quite how to react. Except to bask in them and keep the memories close for when she's away from Skyhold, cold and damp and uncomfortable and lonely. ]

Feeling better already, I hope.

[serves]

[He realizes, belatedly, he has no spare clothing in here. With a fair degree of awkwardness for someone who has been naked around the Inquisitor before, Cullen heads to the bed to slip in it, cleaner than he was before, though feeling the typical chill of Skyhold.]

Wonderful. I was hoping for a better reunion than being dragged by the ear to the healers.

[inquisitorialness]

[ She laughs a little, glancing at him slyly as he returns to the bed. What? His ass is gorgeous! ]

Come back uninjured next time, and we'll see how much better we can make it.