[He's so cold, he can't stop shaking, can't think of anything except the pain, the ache, the hunger but not for food. His mouth is dry, and he hurts, and-
Maker, it's so cold.
He doesn't notice the candles being blown out, but his head throbs a little less. He pulls his cloak tighter around his shoulders, barely aware of another voice in the room. The Inquisitor is tall and impossible to miss, but he's barely aware that he's in his office right now. He tenses when a cup is held out in front of him.
It takes a coordinated effort from both of his hands to grip the cup and bring it to his lips. The water tastes so good that his eagerness to drain the cup means that water accidentally spills down his chin. Drinking water fills up the hunger for a second, and lucidity returns back to his eyes as he finally looks up at the Inquisitor.]
Inquisitor-
[His voice is weaker than normal, a far cry from the strong Commander]
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Maker, it's so cold.
He doesn't notice the candles being blown out, but his head throbs a little less. He pulls his cloak tighter around his shoulders, barely aware of another voice in the room. The Inquisitor is tall and impossible to miss, but he's barely aware that he's in his office right now. He tenses when a cup is held out in front of him.
It takes a coordinated effort from both of his hands to grip the cup and bring it to his lips. The water tastes so good that his eagerness to drain the cup means that water accidentally spills down his chin. Drinking water fills up the hunger for a second, and lucidity returns back to his eyes as he finally looks up at the Inquisitor.]
Inquisitor-
[His voice is weaker than normal, a far cry from the strong Commander]
Thank you.