Leaf was equally dreading and looking forward to being back. There was also a part of her that felt terrible for quite literally abandoning her post without a word. The Chantry sister must be breathing a sigh of relief, shame it would be short-lived. If Seb took her back, of course. She knew it would worry people, especially him. It hadn’t taken long for Beth to find her, to help. Even if all she could offer was a listening ear and patient belief that Leaf would pull through. They would talk more, perhaps actually sit down with the researchers. While being a potential guinea pig was unappealing, enduring the demon took its toll. What things, if anything, they could do to alleviate that, should be pursued.
Admitting that she needed help was never an easy thing for Hawke to admit. So staunchly independent and used to shouldering the burden, handing over the reigns felt akin to passing the buck. She should be strong enough. Yet, when those dark days had come before and she slipped, the hand at her back had been his, steadying her, guiding her to comfort and support.
Maybe that’s why she spent a good deal of time finding the tea. A real apology meant effort and searching Starkhaven for the rare leaves had taken the majority of the day. Balancing the tray she knocked first before pushing in, head poking in but not seeing him at first. His response earned a quiet chuckle as she pushed the door closed with her back, tray balanced between her hands.
[color=#0074d9]“What if they are coming with apologies?”[/color] Unaware if he was in the closet, Leaf stepped forwards deeper into the Prince's rooms, head turning in search. [color=#0074d9]“And no, I did not come empty handed. I brought…”[/color] eyes glanced down to the tray in her hands, suddenly nervous. [color=#0074d9]“Well, I brought you Mother’s tea.”[/color]
Admitting that she needed help was never an easy thing for Hawke to admit. So staunchly independent and used to shouldering the burden, handing over the reigns felt akin to passing the buck. She should be strong enough. Yet, when those dark days had come before and she slipped, the hand at her back had been his, steadying her, guiding her to comfort and support.
Maybe that’s why she spent a good deal of time finding the tea. A real apology meant effort and searching Starkhaven for the rare leaves had taken the majority of the day. Balancing the tray she knocked first before pushing in, head poking in but not seeing him at first. His response earned a quiet chuckle as she pushed the door closed with her back, tray balanced between her hands.
[color=#0074d9]“What if they are coming with apologies?”[/color] Unaware if he was in the closet, Leaf stepped forwards deeper into the Prince's rooms, head turning in search. [color=#0074d9]“And no, I did not come empty handed. I brought…”[/color] eyes glanced down to the tray in her hands, suddenly nervous. [color=#0074d9]“Well, I brought you Mother’s tea.”[/color]
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