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

[inquisadaar]

[I've got a decent setup but for some reason when I recorded the last few cutscenes, they didn't save properly. Go figure. Not re-doing the scenes on Nightmare, no thanks, haha.

Anyway -- if you have an idea, go for it! If you want romance to be active, early on the romance sound good?]

[peltiferous]

[ Early on is perfect, still flirting would actually be primo, just so there's really nothing to spoil.

also hhhh i'm just imagining nightmare and crying i could never ]

[ Grounding Cassandra was a feat of strength, considering amongst the party members, she was the pinnacle of endurance. Hauling an easy 100+ pounds of steel, and swinging it, you'd think she'd have a good hold on it all, and she did! Honestly and truly, she did. But there's only so much fighting you can do before you take on something a little bit out of your league.
Bigger than her britches today, Cass was fueled by adrenaline, and that was her downfall. The one time she lost her usual levelheadedness, she took the brunt of a dragon's weight against her massive shield. A sickening crack echoed underneath her armor and tears had prickled at the corner of her eye; her shoulder was dislocated and her rotator cuff sprained. Since, she's been hiding in her tent for better part of the evening and afternoon, the better part of her left shoulder red and purple with bruising. Potions and the like helped with the pain, but it didn't set her straight, and it certainly didn't help the strain. She feigned any further attempt to lift of move her armor, leaving her in it for the time being.

Summoning all she could of her better judgement (because she Wasn't with a capital W going to ask Varric or Dorain for assistance.) she's sought out Kost for help. ]

Inquisitor. A moment?

[inquisadaar]

[The fight they'd had with that dragon the other day had left everyone a bit worse for wear. Kost had done his best to tend to everyone, the Qunari knew his magic could only do so much. The talents of a Knight Enchanter could do wonders on the battlefield but even then, healing was best left to those trained properly in the art.

What had not escaped his notice, however, was the way Cassandra had been avoiding everyone since the dragon fell. He knew the woman had fought hard and taken quite the beating during the battle but she was a resilient creature, a force of nature if there ever was. Kost couldn't help admire the woman for it. She could shoulder more than her share of any burden, she would fight long and hard, she barely seemed to rest - it was an impressive sight, to say the least.

Having the woman approach him in his own tent wasn't something he'd wholly expected but it was something he welcomed, the Qunari rising up - bending at the knees to avoid having his horns touch the roof of the tent. The last thing he needed was holes in there.]

Cassandra? [He tilted his head a bit, voice soft and curious, gesturing with a large hand to have her come closer.]

You're out late... And still dressed for battle. [That was odd - they were safe in the camp, the scouts always made certain of that. There was no need to still be wearing her heavy armour at this hour.] What brings you here?

[peltiferous]

I...I require assistance, from someone whom I can trust. I apologize if I am disturbing you.

[ Yeah, that's a line if she ever saw one. How does she sum this up without sounding like some....feeble broken thing, she's not sure. ]

I am. I'm unable to lift it.

[ Short spoken and poorly punctuated again. Whether or not it was the throbbing, ebbing pain that was crawling up the side of her neck or her nerve, she wasn't concerned, she had to get this set to at least afford a half decent night's sleep. She won't be having one at all, she'll be lucky to get an hour in. She does manage to step inside, but. Cautiously. She feels already as though she is intruding. ]

As such, I'm unable to set my arm. The final blows and my poor choices today have caused me to injure my shoulder, my arm isn't setting correctly in it.

[ Why is this embarrassing? It's not. It really, really isn't. This is necessity. She tightened her reigns. ]

I would appreciate the assistance, lest I'll be returning to Skyhold in the morning.

[ She may have to anyways, but either way, she'd like to with a half functional arm rather than not. ]

[inquisadaar]

[The moment she said she wasn't able to lift her armour, concern reached his eyes, his brow creasing with worry. He moved closer to the woman, urging her to come further into his tent.]

Why didn't you say anything earlier? [She always tried to take on too much, he thought.] You know I would have helped you at a moment's notice...

[He shook his head, giving a bit of a sigh, closing the flaps to the tend to give them a bit of privacy - he didn't need anyone walking in on them as he helped the warrior out of her armour. Varric would have a field day with that.]

Come here now, let me help you now. You shouldn't be moving your arm at all if it's in that sort of condition. I've spent my life around mercenaries, injuries like this can be horrible if left alone for too long. I know you're strong but...

[He was babbling a bit, fretting over the possibilities. He breathed in through his nose, calming himself as he turned to face her. He still had that worry etched across his face, still thoroughly concerned.]

Don't push yourself further than necessary... Now here, settle in. Let me take a look - I'll see if I can get you more comfortable. Can you move your arm at all? Are you hurt anywhere else? I don't want to aggravate anything in trying to get your armour off.

[peltiferous]

[ Ohhhh there it goes. He's worried. And he's really worried. Her lips purse, fighting the urge to step out and excuse herself, she'd just face the dwarf's mockery, but, this isn't a petty matter, this is a serious injury, and she needed the help.

His small lecture was something that out of any other person, she'd be aggravated at. But, instead, she's rather flattered. Stepping in further, she's already disarmed half of her attire, but anything from the waist up remained, making things slightly difficult to maneuver gently in. ]

I can, just barely. I'd rather not, for fear of tearing anything.

But no, I am not any more injured, at least not nearly as severely.

[ A few lacerations, but hey, that's every day business. She didn't bother with the details. ]

I am fine. [ Perhaps she was more stern than she intended to be. Her regret is instant, after all, she was the one asking for help. ]

I just need it set, or the armor off so I may set it myself, that's all.

[ Which, with something sprained in her rotary cuff, wouldn't be happening nope. ]

[inquisadaar]

You aren't setting something like this yourself. [He gave his head a small shake, her resistance was only going to make him fuss all the more.] Let me do it - I can look at it, heal it a little as I go. [Healing a single, smaller area was very different from the power granted from his Resurgence skill but he'd do what he could for her.]

You'll be fighting fit in no time, then. [Punctuated with a bit of a smile, even if he knew it was a manipulative thing to say.]

Now, let me take a look - the laces that hold this piece on, they're over here, aren't they? [Large fingers brushed against the woman's arm, looking for where those heavy pauldrons connected.] These first, then your breastplate - then I'll take a look at that arm properly.

[The laces weren't where he'd expected, having to gingerly brush his large paws on either one of the woman's arms, until he found where the pieces connected - no laces like a mercenary would have though. Buckles and straps, a properly fitted piece of armour on a proper soldier. They came undone easily enough, pulling off the shoulder guards and pauldrons, some of that weight lifted from her now.]

How does that feel?

[peltiferous]

[ Her leathers had patina underneath the heavy sets of armor, showing their wear and tear. Still, she can't help but be flattered by his concern, and she bites her tongue from snapping back. She asked for his help she reminds herself. ]

Unlikely, but. Thank you.

[ Yeah, maybe a little, but it was still a vote of confidence that she didn't really have right now. ]

They're under----there.

[ His touches and close proximity she wasn't embarrassed by, not really, but perhaps unused to. The weight off of her shoulder's was like the Maker had given her a really great gift, and she even sighs a bit at it. Without the steel bearing down on her, the hurt was a little more apparent, her shoulder pushed at an awkward angle. ]

Better. Much better.

[inquisadaar]

[There was so much to a proper warrior's armour. Kost handled it with care as he removed the piece, setting it down on the floor for the time being. The close proximity may not have been a source of embarrassmennt for the woman but the Qunari had a certain appreciation for it. There was a lot of trust behind what she was doing now, asking for his assistance, trusting in him not to make the matter bigger than it was. He was concerned of course, rightly so in his mind - but he wouldn't tell anyone that Cassandra was injured. He wouldn't say a word unless she spoke first.]

Let's get the rest off. This breastplate can't be helping matters.

[The breastplate or the shirt she wore beneath it, the leathers on her hands - too much to her armour but it was all necessary. Every part of it served its purpose. Much like the Inquisition in a sense.

Kost's hands moved again to work on her breastplate, focusing on removing that next. These he at least had more experience with, how to remove properly. As he worked, he took a moment to look towards her, meeting Cassandra's gaze and smiling a little in doing so.]

I used to tend to my fellows in the mercenary company like this too. Patch them up, set their bones. Help them undress when they otherwise weren't able. Whenever we got new blood, they always found it a bit entertaining - the biggest one among them and he's the one cleaning cuts and bandaging bruises.

[peltiferous]

[ She wasn't prepared for that, but her expression doesn't waver. Her lips press into a flat line, and she lets out a breath she'd forgotten she'd been holding. ]

An old poem once spoke of the largest being the most gentle in order to account for the small.

So forgive me, the image is....quite entertaining, actually.

[ She does smile at it a bit, the chestplate finally popping loose and the weight falling back. It allows her to sink forward fully, and that alone is a relief to her back, her clavicle and her neck. Now removed, the harsh red irritation was visible on her neck, but she didn't care to notice. ]

[inquisadaar]

No apologies needed.

[He laughed a bit as he removed the chestplate, his rose coloured eyes meeting her own for a moment, lips curled into that smile. Though her smile was thin, Kost was glad she was able to relax a bit more now. She was always so stiff - and while that was well and good in Skyhold when commanding her men, she needed the opportunity to let herself breathe.]

It is a bit of an amusing thing to imagine - my hands are so large, I have to take extra care with everything. Imagine someone as myself attempting to stitch up a lacerated arm on an elf - some of them, my hands could touch if I put them around their waist.

[With the warrior's chestpiece aside, those large hands of his began to move over her arm, lightly touching and gingerly squeezing, trying to see where the pain was most prevalent. He could see the redness up closer to her neck and going down to her shoulder - that was certainly an area he'd need to investigate.]

Tell me where it's most tender, I can briefly draw the pain out with a spell.

[peltiferous]

[ She averts her gaze quickly. We're not having a moment! she told herself inwardly, the rather sharp adjustment to the lack of weight bringing her shoulders upwards slightly. Still, his next comment just make her smirk, if not for the image alone. ]

It is. Even funnier so, your needlework is probably far more impressive than my own.

[ Pay close attention to the leathers, you'll find little spots of minute repair and yes, her needlework is rather horrid.

He mentions the size of his hands compared to an elf, and she does find the image as much entertaining as the last, and for a moment, guilty pleasure wonders if they'd fit so snugly around hers. She quickly banishes the thought. That was inappropriate, and a little pang of sudden discomfort reminds her of such. ]

There, between my neck and my shoulder, and the very end of it. I fear that something may already be torn, but there's nothing I can do about it at the moment.

[inquisadaar]

[He gave a bit of a sympathetic hum as he touched the area, breathing in through his nose before wetting his lips. He was glad that she seemed amused by his stories, pleased to see her relaxing at least a little more at present. He noticed the small areas the woman had no doubt tried to repair - it wasn't a bad job, a bit messy with those wide stitches, it was a wonder they were still holding together as well as they were.]

It may be more effective to remove your top, let me see the extent of it. I hope you haven't torn anything too badly...

[Or irreparably, for that matter. He disliked the idea of her being out of commission for a few days - having her out permanently? He didn't quite want to face that. He couldn't imagine she did either.

A faint, blue-green glow surrounded the Qunari's fingertips as he stroked along the material of Cassandra's top, the anchor in Kost's hand glowing as much as the mana in his fingers. The way he brushed across her shoulder and up to her neck, even above her top, felt warm - a very genuine and building heat. It helped soothe the sore muscle there, taking away some pain from the aching and bruised flesh.]

How does that feel now?

[peltiferous]

Better.

[ Understandably, she had no qualms about removing her top, but the actual going through with it would be more difficult than it was to just put it on this morning. Deep, steadying breaths helped ease the pain alongside his healing magic, and for a moment, she disregarded any social hangups she might've had being in his presence as a friend and not a teammate. It made the tenseness disappear completely. ]

I hope I haven't either, or this will be a much longer process than we'd hoped.

[ Closing the rifts, that is. Because come on, she held up a dragon today, and she wouldn't deny it. Surely she wouldn't boast either, that's about the extent of it. Her doubt begins to bubble in the back of her mind, but she does her best to set it aside, unclasping the neck of her leathers to pull the collar down the best she could, because there would be no lifting her arms up and over to get it off that way. One clasp, two clasp, three clasp, revealing soft linens for chastity and small spots of skin underneath, luckily, her mail cleverly stitched to the inside of her leathers for this reason alone; to eliminate multiple layers in the even of an emergency. See the armorer's mailing apprentice do that for you, or just have her messily stitch it for you.

Still, underneath where she isn't lithely muscle lined, she's black and blue, and it's no real mystery as to why. ]

[inquisadaar]

[Kost let the warrior remove her attire herself here, not wishing to overstep any bounds. Though with his old mercenaries, it was never an issue to strip them down and patch them up - it was different among the Inquisition. Even though he was known as the Herald, even though he'd been aiding them and fighting alongside side them for some time, he still a bit out of place. He was still finding his footing above all, figuring out where he fit among the group.

And where he fit when it came to Cassandra. The talented woman had impressed him in ways he never imagined. There was something so incredible about her, it made him want to have her close by through all of this. After all, in many ways, he wouldn't be here if not for her. They hadn't quite gotten off on the right foot but Kost had gone and proven that first impressions were not always the lasting ones.

Of course, any thoughts he was dwelling on swiftly left his mind the moment he saw the state the woman's arm was in. That redness he saw close to her neck was nothing compared to what her armour and her leathers had been hiding. That black and blue flesh looked incredibly sore and tender, he hadn't anticipating something quite like this. He knew she'd fought hard, taken a number of blows and the brunt of that dragon's weight - but to truly see it was something else.]

Maker's breath, Cassandra. Look at the state you're in... [That concern was back now, his brow creased as he brought both hands to the woman's arm gingerly holding it and inspecting the bruises.] It certainly needs to be set, you weren't wrong about that... But it may just be a sprain, your shoulder might even be dislocated at this rate.

[He wet his lips and breathed out, shoulders sagging.]

Let's sit down so I can help you set it. [Even though Cassandra could stand comfortably in the tent, he most certainly couldn't. His knees were growing sore from crouching as he was.] I'll cast another spell to try and dull the pain again but once we return to Skyhold, I want you getting this looked at properly.

Editing for length cause I was at work whoops

[peltiferous]

[ She sat rather roughly on her knees, the actual weight of his gaze and worry replacing that of the cold steel. ]

My own fault. A simple miscalculation. It won't be happening again.

[ Still, she's...incredibly flattered by his concern. ]

You're not a stranger to injuries like this, dislocations, sprains.

[ She doesn't finish her question; Why do you look so surprised? ]

It is my guess that it is, thus my reluctance to move it.

[ Or see anyone else about it, frankly. ]

On your order, Inquisitor.

[ Her fancy way of saying 'As you wish.' She's distracted momentarily by his little gestures; being gentle with her arm, and his overall soft demeanor. She didn't feel like a chastised child like the many healers she'd seen before made her feel. No, she was being looked at like someone who knew her limits. Foolishly she'd pushed them. ]

Thank you. It is an unusual request I am sure, having me yelling at you one moment, and asking you to set my arm the next. This is not exactly what the either of us expected at the beginning, I assume.

It's all good. Sorry for my own delay!

[inquisadaar]

[She didn't feel chastised by a healer because she wasn't being looked at by a healer. Kost was the Inquisitor, it was true - but he was also her friend. A friend who cared a great deal for her. As she settled onto the floor, he joined her, though his form still towered over her. His hand moved to her shoulder again, sending another wave of soothing magic against it, something to help ease it.

His touch was still gentle, not wanting to put more pressure on it than necessary. Just enough to let the magic seep in, to alleviate some of that pain she was in.]

I'm sorry that you got injured out there... But I'm glad that we had you. You protect me so often out there, I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you properly.

[His hand moved from her shoulder and down her upper arm, palm flat against her skin. More area to cast against, a place to focus his power. Along her upper arm, back to her shoulder and then finally, his large hand rest against her neck. He kept it there, no doubt for longer than he ought to, encouraging Cassandra to look at him.]

Nothing would pain me more than to lose you out there.

nah no worries

[peltiferous]

[ Oooh, girl, those alarm bells are going off and they're saying 'either cut and run or face this head on!' and she can't look away. The magic is soothing, cool and refreshing against her skin, and if she wasn't leaning into by now, she had.

She bites her bottom lip sheepishly, studying what he just said to her. She bled more now for Kost than she ever had for Justinia, and the idea of it doesn't bother her. In fact, it brings a smattering of pink to her cheeks. Something stupid and romantic fluttered through her mind like 'I'd die a thousand deaths' or 'take a thousand arrows' but she agreed, she'd only make a fool of herself. ]

Don't apologize, and don't think you have to repay me.

[ Finally, she does lock eyes with him, and instead of hardened, battle-weary Cassandra, she's soft, and...kinder looking. It was like looking at a whole different person. ]

As would I, knowing you were gravely injured due to my carelessness.

[ How to words? She has to think of them specifically, starting with one and then restarting again. ]

You---no. If it meant your safety, then I'd gladly do it again. And again. And I'd continue to, until I were brought to my knees, and still, I would not bow.

So, for losing me...[ She pauses, her other hand coming to rest on his. ]

You will not.

[inquisadaar]

[Kost kept his eyes on Cassandra's own, matching that softened gaze of her's. His hand moved from the woman's arm and towards her neck, moving slowly as to keep her hand on top of his own. He rest his fingers at her neck, his hand large enough to brush against her jaw as he watched her.]

No one in this Inquisition is expendable. Leliana could find me one-thousand warriors - but there will only ever be one Cassandra. I intend to keep you here at my side for as long as the Maker allows it.

[There was no one in this Inquisition he appreciated more than Cassandra. She gave him so much, she dedicated everything towards their cause, to protecting him. He ultimately carried Thedas' future in his hand - but whatever future was crafted, be it for the Inquisition, for Thedas, for them, he wanted her there.]

Let's finish getting this arm of yours set. I've still plenty of magic in me to help mend it - but don't think for a moment I'm not going to worry about you all night. [He said it all with a kindly and sweet smile, something adoring in his eyes.] I'm tempted to say you should spend the night here in my tent, so I can keep an eye on you.

[peltiferous]

[ Her breath is caught in her throat suddenly at how he touches her, and she freezes, unwilling to move for anything else. If her face was only slightly pink before, now? She's almost completely scandalized, blushing fiercely. When he finally lets his hand to her, Cass realizes she's stopped breathing, and releases the breath shakily. ]

That is...more than kind of you, Kost.

[ Whoops, where did the 'Inquisitor' go? She has to wrench her gaze away, but not without smiling bashfully first. Pain? What pain? She can't feel it over the ridiculous pounding in her chest, in her ears. Hesitantly she nods. ]

Yes. Good idea. As for staying, I-I don't think your reputation can afford such rumors.

[ Rumors like the ones that spoke of getting under the Seeker's skin with a silver tongue? He probably could, and her every fiber says 'don't decline' where the morality in her says 'Nope, bad idea.' She's the definition of conflicted. A sharp pain grounds her not long after. ]

Besides. You may not like me in intense pain.

[ Flimsy attempt to be lighthearted, go. ]

I like how we were all "yeah, we'll be light on the romance" and then bam

[inquisadaar]

[There was a warmth in his eyes that simply wouldn't leave as he watched her, a fondness he simply couldn't help. Hearing her say his name as well, that made it feel as though his heart took the opportunity to skip a beat. It was a strange and wondrous feeling to have, to be able to share a moment like this with the hardened warrior.]

if you were in pain, you know I'd heal you. [Even if his healing talents were unable to mend broken flesh or bones, he could still take the pain away, as he'd proven since she'd come to his tent.] Keep you comfortable for the night - see how it all feels in the morning.

[He lowered his hand from the woman's neck, bringing it towards her arm. Both hands soon held that injured part of her, his touch so cautious and gentle despite his large hands. He positioned them on her arm, applying a bit of pressure now as he straightened it, preparing it to be set properly now. He continued to speak though, hoping his words would distract her. He'd set enough arms and legs over the years with his mercenary groups that it was hardly a task for him now.]

My reputation already has enough rumours behind it, I'm more than certain people have enough to occupy themselves with. I'm a Qunari, I'm a mercenary and I make no secret of being a mage. I'm hardly the ideal vision the Chantry wants for Andraste's Herald. If anything, I'm confident that rumours of a secret rendezvous with my Seeker would be seen as a positive thing compared to all of that.

[He said it with a laugh, applying more pressure to the woman's arm, pulling on it in doing so, trying to pop her shoulder back into place.]

Though Varric might find some interesting way to spin it all. Say I keep you near just in case that Tevinter mage we have travelling with us decides to use me in a blood ritual.

[There was amusement in his voice, knowing full well Dorian would never do such a thing. Rumours would be rumours though and so long as he was the Herald, they would persist.]

Oops we accidentally love interested. Hard.

[peltiferous]

[ He made sense of it all, rather hitting the nail on the head about rumors. He was right: perhaps it was the least scandalous of all things that followed him. ]

They'd either say that we corrupted each other, or brought each other closer to victory. That I was crazy, or overflowing with devotion.

[ The hopeless romantic in her fluttered at the idea, being stolen away for evenings much like this one. She's ripped from that romantic reverie as he presses her arm back into place, grabbing a hold of him at the shoulder to balance herself and brace for pain. ]

Secret rendezvous, though...

[ Ugh, in all her minute amusements, all her slightly entertained fantasies, she hadn't really imagined something like this. ]

Were I a fool, I'd say you sound like you're propositioning me.

[ She only manages through a strained breath before the shoulder rolls back in, and her grip on him tightened with an audible cry. Once it's there it's set, though, her hold doesn't slacken. Breathing through it, Cass straightens herself, if only just to look at him again. Maker, just the way he was so gentle was enough to light her up. And the warmth, the warmth she found in him was comforting, and she knew she wouldn't be leaving this tent. ]

Because if you were, I'd have very little choice but to gleefully accept, considering my feelings.

[ She wants to add something snippy about either of the two rascals he's just mentioned but the weight of her last statement still hangs. ]

[inquisadaar]

[Her words gave him pause, the Qunari clearing his throat a bit now, one hand still on her arm, even after it had rolled back into place. He wet his lips a little, watching her with a bit of a creased brow, worrying his lower lip. Oh, Kost hoped the woman wasn't playing with him right now. Cassandra wasn't the sort to joke and tease like that though, not the kind to speak without conviction. She was a woman who said what was in her heart, regardless of how it reflected upon her.]

Your feelings... [he murmured those words back to her softly, fingers stroking along her forearm.] I'm... I'm not the sort to play games, Cassandra.

[She had always been truthful with him though. She wasn't the sort to play games. Maker, he prayed she wasn't.]

If you truthfully have feelings that go beyond my role as Inquisitor... I'd like to know them. [He brought his free hand to her chin, tilting it up again to meet his gaze.] I'd very much like to know if they so happen to fall in line with my own.

editing for length and clarity and...yeeeeah

[peltiferous]

[ His worry gave her pause, her brows knit in slight misunderstanding. Usually she was so forward and direct, and this had been a challenge for her, she has to find her words again. ]

I am not playing games with you.

[ As he tilts her head, she decides to rise only halfway, standing on her knees, likely no higher now than he sat. Still, it's right enough for her, and she cautiously brings her hands to his shoulders (despite the nagging pain in her own.) Her gaze doesn't leave his. ]

I do. So much so that after this I fear I can no longer deny them.

[ Did she just say that? Oh that sounded so wrong coming from her, like a cheesy, badly thought of line in one of her books. Like a helpless damsel who was to faint in her lover's arms. Not at all an undesirable position, she'd admit, but not one she wants to convey right this moment. She bites back her look of dissatisfaction with herself, and starts over. ]

What I mean is...[ Mayday, mayday. She sighs and sits back with a look. ]

I do have feelings for you. Rather, I've kept them to the wayside, in order to continue towards our goal. They're not worth the distraction, unless----unless you deem otherwise.

[ Did she say that right? She tries to turn it over in her mind. 'I like you, but this isn't a thing that should get between us and Corypheus, unless you think it won't.' Yeah, that sounded about right. ]

Hello, yes, I am finally alive again. Also Kost is as cheesy as her romance novels.

[inquisadaar]

[He listened to her words, a certain warmth spreading through his chest the more the woman spoke. She was his Seeker, his guardian, his knight in a sense. She stood for all things just and good, she stood for the Inquisition - she stood for him. If Kost had gotten a little caught up in the romance behind all of that, could she truly blame him?]

I see...

[He breathed the words quietly, both hands coming up now to cup the woman's cheeks, a deep affection in his Dawnstone-coloured eyes as he looked down at her. Large hands could easily crush her with enough force but right now, they were gentle. Gentle, easy, a kindly and warm touch. To embrace her in this manner, he never thought he'd be able to. Her duty and his position had always forced him to mentally separate things - but knowing the woman had feelings? Knowing she felt so strongly about him? How could he ever deny her?]

I too have something I must admit, I feel a great deal of tenderness towards you, Cassandra. Few things in this world make my heart feel weightless but every time you speak to me, when you stand at my side, when you defend me in battle - it soars. When I sit here in my tent with you before me, with you seeking me out for aid? It sings.

There is a lot of beauty to be found in this world but before meeting you, I'd never known how much of it could be right before my eyes.