[ There's a part of her — a very very very small part of her that doesn't want him to notice the bloodstain; doesn't want him to come into this cottage and see the blood spilled on the floor and the poor state she's in. The more prominent part of her however is overjoyed that he's here, that he will save her and bring her back to Skyhold. Or, at the very least, he'll make sure she doesn't die alone. She's used almost all of her own mana to sustain herself to this point.
What he offers her, however, is welcome. A reassuring warmth on her skin and in her aching bones. Instinctively, she curls into him, nodding. ]
I can hear you. [ She whispers, head tilting back to accept the potion as it's pressed to her lips. She swallows it as if she hasn't had anything to drink in years, letting a few drops of the liquid seep from her lips and down her chin. Fingers clutch at the front of his clothes. ] I am sorry.
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What he offers her, however, is welcome. A reassuring warmth on her skin and in her aching bones. Instinctively, she curls into him, nodding. ]
I can hear you. [ She whispers, head tilting back to accept the potion as it's pressed to her lips. She swallows it as if she hasn't had anything to drink in years, letting a few drops of the liquid seep from her lips and down her chin. Fingers clutch at the front of his clothes. ] I am sorry.