Merrill's alienage apartment isn't as grim as the shared flat she lived in when first arrived in Kirkwall. She's had time to put drawings up on her walls, buy curtains, put in plants and windowboxes and fresh rushes. There is a knitted blanket on her bed, chipped but colorful dishes in her cupboards.
All of this she ignores, kneeling on the floor in front of the Eluvian, arulim'holn in hand and surrounded by shards of non-reflective glass. Her arm is sluggishly bleeding, but she pays it no mind, scribbling furiously in her notebook as she takes down the protocol of her repair job so-far.
She's so lost in her work that she doesn't hear the door opening.
It's the first time she's seen Hawke -- seen anybody, actually -- since that fateful day on Sundermount. That was... how many days ago? What day is it? Merrill has lost count.
All of this she ignores, kneeling on the floor in front of the Eluvian, arulim'holn in hand and surrounded by shards of non-reflective glass. Her arm is sluggishly bleeding, but she pays it no mind, scribbling furiously in her notebook as she takes down the protocol of her repair job so-far.
She's so lost in her work that she doesn't hear the door opening.
Hawke!she cries, surprised. No, that's not fair: Aoife gave her the tools to save the history of her people. She should call her by name.
Leaf, I didn't hear you come in. Did you need me? I'm not mission-ready.
It's the first time she's seen Hawke -- seen anybody, actually -- since that fateful day on Sundermount. That was... how many days ago? What day is it? Merrill has lost count.
04-23-2023, 06:52 PM
