RP: Open (In the dungeon of Skyhold)

[evelea_fadewalk]

There was a pallet, a bucket, an ewer of water, and Cullen's cloak. Evelea stared at it for an hour after he left. Sitting in silence, Silenced, she felt unsteady, hollow, her hands shaking and her stomach rebelling if she moved her head too fast.

Stars sparkled in the corner of her vision and she finally settled onto the pallet, pulling his coat around her, hunching down until her ears were covered with the fur. Sleep wouldn't come, or if it did it happened in snippets of blankness, head too muddy to tell the difference.

She must have slept at some point because the flavor of the Templar's silence changed. It was less encompassing, frayed and leaking around the edges, inexpert. The drips of mana that it allowed her were less that it would take to manifest a spark, but it made it easier to think.

To worry, really. About Cullen, about his trial, about the twisty nature of this place, and what had happened to her. It would be easier if Envy would speak to her directly as it had done before.

She pulled the journal out from where she'd tucked it in her belt pouch. "If I write in you is it learning? Or have I already lost and this is what is left?" She whispered the words at the book, then with a sudden hiss of frustration, threw it across the cell. The tears were back, vision swimming. She squeezed her eyes shut and started to pray.

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[thecryoftheseagulls]

Anders blinked as she handed the red cloth back, and he took it reverently, like he hadn't quite realized what it was he'd given to her. He looked at the black of his coat, then back to the red fabric in hands, fingers gently brushing over the edges. He sighed. Then he wrapped the cloth around his left bicep several times and tied it off, ran his fingers over it to smooth it one final time.

Dropping his hands to fold them in his lap, he said quietly, after a pause, "I can talk to him. He - apparently - trusts me somewhat, to send me here, which comes as a surprise given our history, but there you are. You, however..." he turned his eyes back to Evelea. "You should rest. Healer's orders. They've been constantly Silencing you, and Maker knows I know how draining that is. Neria...do you think you could find her somewhere to sleep? And, as you said, perhaps warn the others that this demon may still be about."

[evelea_fadewalk]

(OOC: I have to head to bed, but this was a great scene. Thanks guys. If you continue, assume that Eve wandered off to find some place to sleep, or Neria can show her to a bedroom. She's a little dull, obviously just wiped, but seems otherwise physically okay.)

[heromiyuu]

"Come, lady Trevelyan. I happen the know a good place for you to rest." she stood up and offered her hand to Evelea, gentle.

And before leaving to help Evelea, she turned to Anders and finally gave him a warm hug, sigh escaping her mouth at the familiar presence. "And you, my dear, don't be a stranger again, yes?"

(ooc: Great scene indeed, wow! Lots of hand waving during it, oh my!)

[thecryoftheseagulls]

Anders stood, grasping his staff. He smiled at Neria.

"I'll do my best, Commander."

(OOC: Quite! This was amazing. Thank you both! :D)