Finders Keepers, Losers Weepers

Loghain felt pretty good for a man who had, days earlier, been a literal dead man. He still wasn’t sure he’d ever understand the magic involve in what Morrigan did, or what it meant in the long run, but there he was alive and well except for the minor detail of not remembering their daughter. Their daughter who was apparently taken by some weirdo elf name Elgar’nan. Had he remembered Asha, he’d be a lot more pissed off than he was, but for the moment there was only so much that they could do.

One thing he kept thinking about though, was that he’d been dead, for a couple of years, so well good and dead, not fresh dead, not sorta dead, DEAD. He wasn’t really sure how he felt about all that, what did it mean, was he healthy, were all his bits and bobs in their correct places. He didn’t know Cullen’s sister terribly well, but well enough that he decided to seek her out and ask. She was a doctor after all, he felt like maybe an opinion from someone who knew anatomy might be able to put his mind at ease that he was indeed whole.

He poked his head around where she usually hung out doing her research. That was another thing he wondered about, it was suggested he was no longer tainted, but he wasn’t entirely sure he’d believe it until perhaps Rosalie confirmed.

Rosalie? You around? He said as he knocked.