It was natural how her frown briefly flowered into a grin of delight with his surprise. For a moment they were back in those days, where he’d sit in awe as she worked, re-knit flesh and bone, and brewed potions that didn’t taste of bile. Yet it faltered as her emotions slipped out with her words.
When he answered, lips parted in shocked silence before she took a deep breath. So, years then. [color=#008e02]“I knew it. Ruth said I was just imagining it.”[/color] Which brought up another question, did that other idiot know? Her hands returned to her sides, clenching into little fists as Nairn continued to answer her few questions.
Excuses. Her head snapped around, glaring at him. [color=#008e02]“I. Am. A. Fucking. Healer.” [/color]Hands flew between them, gesturing as quickly the common tongue was replaced by frantic, punctuated and maddening dalish. While the words may not be familiar to Nairn, the meaning was easy to follow. [color=#008e02]“You god-damn son of a bitch. What the actual fuck is wrong with you? -Did you also hit your head when that god-damn building exploded? I could have helped. I’ve been living life as a fucking ghost because you…- you goddamn coward, you still don’t get it, after all this time, Nairn.” [/color]
She had to take a breath, but her gaze never left him, even as the quiet tears began. [color=#008e02]“I could have helped. I can still help. Do you think it was better for me, believing you were dead? No! It was fucking hell. You were and still are, ma vhenan.” [/color]
When he answered, lips parted in shocked silence before she took a deep breath. So, years then. [color=#008e02]“I knew it. Ruth said I was just imagining it.”[/color] Which brought up another question, did that other idiot know? Her hands returned to her sides, clenching into little fists as Nairn continued to answer her few questions.
Excuses. Her head snapped around, glaring at him. [color=#008e02]“I. Am. A. Fucking. Healer.” [/color]Hands flew between them, gesturing as quickly the common tongue was replaced by frantic, punctuated and maddening dalish. While the words may not be familiar to Nairn, the meaning was easy to follow. [color=#008e02]“You god-damn son of a bitch. What the actual fuck is wrong with you? -Did you also hit your head when that god-damn building exploded? I could have helped. I’ve been living life as a fucking ghost because you…- you goddamn coward, you still don’t get it, after all this time, Nairn.” [/color]
She had to take a breath, but her gaze never left him, even as the quiet tears began. [color=#008e02]“I could have helped. I can still help. Do you think it was better for me, believing you were dead? No! It was fucking hell. You were and still are, ma vhenan.” [/color]
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