Nathaniel stepped into the room, his sharp gaze sweeping over the dwindling supplies, the rows of wounded, and Rosalie at the center of it all, exhaustion weighing heavily on her. He didn’t waste time.
He took a step closer, his tone softening.
Nathaniel met her eyes, his expression firm but not unkind.
He folded his arms, the faintest trace of a wry smile tugging at his lips.
@chuckles
Rosalie,he said, his voice steady but urgent.
You’ve done everything you can here, but Orlais is falling. The Blight’s closing in, and it’s time to go.
He took a step closer, his tone softening.
Ferelden needs you—the refugees need you. You can do more for them there than you can here. Staying until you burn yourself out won’t stop what’s coming.
Nathaniel met her eyes, his expression firm but not unkind.
Let me help with what’s left here. When it’s time, promise me you’ll come. There’s nothing more to fight for here, Rosalie—not compared to what you could do there.
He folded his arms, the faintest trace of a wry smile tugging at his lips.
You’re too smart to waste yourself on a fight that’s already lost.
@chuckles
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