[ She won't be dying anytime soon if he has anything to say about it. Even if Luthien has to exert all of his mana to do it. Lior is more than worth it and everyone would be devastated without her. He props her against himself, wrapping his arms as tenderly as he can around her middle. Magic continues to pour from his hands into her. It falters occasionally as his attention flickers back to her, but he has to remain strong. ]
As long as you are okay... Why didn't you ask anyone to come with you?
[ If she dies, he is going to be horribly cross with her!! Not that he will allow that to happen. Anyone would have accompanied her at the drop of a hat. Fenedhis, he would have come with her despite what he had been working on. What if he hadn't gone looking for her? Would she have died out here alone? It pains him to think about. ]
[ She chooses not to answer for now, relishing instead in the soothing flow of magic between them, in the heat he provides to a body she had not realized was cold. After a moment or two, she reaches up to curl her fingers around his — silently insist that he stop. She will live, and she would not dare ask him to give all of his energy to her when they will still have to travel back to Skyhold. ]
I did not want to trouble anyone. I thought it would be simple.
[ She apparently thought wrong. Lioriley closes her eyes, grips him just a little tighter. ] I want to go home.
[ He worries, even as his magic heals her more grievous injuries, because of course he does. Her hand wraps around his, and he knows why. Luthien elects to ignore it. Just a little bit more and he'll be satisfied. He won't push himself, but he has to be sure that she will make the journey without exacerbating anything. They will both be fine, but he needs to make sure.
It's a mistake he's made as well, thinking he was prepared for something and turned out to be horribly wrong. Getting his arm under her knees, the other one steadies her back as he stands with her in his arms. He's grateful he's strong enough for that, but if this had been a few months prior, he may not have been.
Once they're out of the cabin, he whistles for his hart which didn't stray too far. It's a little more difficult to get Lior onto the hart, but he manages somehow, jumping up to sit behind her. His arms wrap around her to grab the reins, steadying her. His lips brush the spot behind her ear as his fingers tighten on the reins to gear his mount into motion. ]
We will be there soon, just stay awake for me, vhenan.
[ She lacks the energy to truly stop him, and there's no denying how good the healing magic feels in her aching bones. Lioriley is sure to do whatever she can to lesson the burden of moving her around — which, unfortunately, isn't a whole hell of a lot, given that she can barely move without pain even with all the energy she has been given. The wounds have closed though, will heal eventually and scar with time.
When she's on the hart, she leans back into him. Awake is not a state she wishes to be in currently, but she wills her eyes to stay open. ]
Have I apologized for all of this yet? [ multiple times. ] I do not think this is a debt I can ever repay.
Hush. You don't need to apologize. You'd do the same if our positions were reversed. Or for any one of our friends without a thought.
[ Of course, that doesn't mean there wouldn't be an apology. That's just who the two of them are: insufferably polite and worried by nature. As they move toward Skyhold, Luthien keeps an arm wrapped around her, afraid that if he lets go, she may very well disappear on him. His heart still beats wildly behind his ribcage, the adrenaline refusing to disperse until he knew Lior was on her way to recovery. ]
Most of our friends are not stupid enough to venture out into dangerous ruins alone, however. [ Most of them. She's not ruling out everyone, because she's sure as hell not the most reckless person in the Inquisition. Still, she doesn't really argue further — just mutters one more apology and eases into him again.
A hand moves to rest over his, squeezing his fingers gently in a gesture meant to be reassuring. She's not going anywhere. Hell, he might have a hard time unlatching her from him for a while, honestly. Her head starts to droop though, as they near closer to the gates, her eyes fluttering. She wants to sleep. ]
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As long as you are okay... Why didn't you ask anyone to come with you?
[ If she dies, he is going to be horribly cross with her!! Not that he will allow that to happen. Anyone would have accompanied her at the drop of a hat. Fenedhis, he would have come with her despite what he had been working on. What if he hadn't gone looking for her? Would she have died out here alone? It pains him to think about. ]
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I did not want to trouble anyone. I thought it would be simple.
[ She apparently thought wrong. Lioriley closes her eyes, grips him just a little tighter. ] I want to go home.
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It's a mistake he's made as well, thinking he was prepared for something and turned out to be horribly wrong. Getting his arm under her knees, the other one steadies her back as he stands with her in his arms. He's grateful he's strong enough for that, but if this had been a few months prior, he may not have been.
Once they're out of the cabin, he whistles for his hart which didn't stray too far. It's a little more difficult to get Lior onto the hart, but he manages somehow, jumping up to sit behind her. His arms wrap around her to grab the reins, steadying her. His lips brush the spot behind her ear as his fingers tighten on the reins to gear his mount into motion. ]
We will be there soon, just stay awake for me, vhenan.
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When she's on the hart, she leans back into him. Awake is not a state she wishes to be in currently, but she wills her eyes to stay open. ]
Have I apologized for all of this yet? [ multiple times. ] I do not think this is a debt I can ever repay.
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[ Of course, that doesn't mean there wouldn't be an apology. That's just who the two of them are: insufferably polite and worried by nature. As they move toward Skyhold, Luthien keeps an arm wrapped around her, afraid that if he lets go, she may very well disappear on him. His heart still beats wildly behind his ribcage, the adrenaline refusing to disperse until he knew Lior was on her way to recovery. ]
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A hand moves to rest over his, squeezing his fingers gently in a gesture meant to be reassuring. She's not going anywhere. Hell, he might have a hard time unlatching her from him for a while, honestly. Her head starts to droop though, as they near closer to the gates, her eyes fluttering. She wants to sleep. ]