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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[ 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. ]