fadewalk | RP: Alistair (wardenalistair), open

Climbing the stairs had been more tiresome than Leliana thought, at first. The elven woman wasn't particulary heavy, but the Spymaster felt sore on parts of her body she didn't even knew existed. She put her gently on the ground before peeking the Ambassador's Office and the Great Hall, after hostiles. Since nothing seemed off, she took the elf again and moved to the Great Hall, planning to place her in some guest room before seeking for a healer. She wasn't bleeding, but it wouldn't take much for the injury to open again.

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Alistair slipped his arm out from under Neria's shoulders and then guided her back against the pillow again.

He looked over his shoulder at the wrapped sword and tensed. "Is that..."

"Certainty, yes."

Leliana glanced Alistair.

"That blade is mean. We can't let it lying around."

Alistair kept a wary eye on the blade now that he'd noticed it as he perched on the edge of the bed next to Neria. He brushed the back of his knuckles across her cheek and pulled his journal from his belt, flipping to an open page to scrawl a note.

"What do you propose to do with it?" he asked as he wrote. "And where did you get it?"

"Close to Neria, when I found her. Whoever fought Meredith with her probably left the blade and took Meredith Maker knows where. Probably the same person to heal her too."

Leliana banded the elf's head "Dagna will know how to safely dispose of it. She was just studying a way of dealing with a Red Lyrium full armor when I came here."

It was unnerving, watching handwriting appear in the book as it sat open. Evelea had been try to formulate something to write in order to organize her thoughts, but happily self-examination was put off for another day. Not so happily that Neria had been attacked and hurt.

She grabbed up her small bag of potions and poultices that she'd been carrying when she appeared in Skyhold and her staff, leaving her own room to jog down the hallway toward Neria's room was.

They hadn't spoken since the death of the Envy demon, but Evelea owed the woman a great deal, and the thought that she'd been attacked by some unknown assailant had her heart in her throat. She stopped at the door and rapped her knuckles sharply on the door before opening it and poking her head in.

"Can I come in?" She hadn't met Alistair yet, and this Leliana didn't know her. She rather thought charging over to the prone elf woman might get her stabbed or punched or something.

Alistair nodded to Leliana. "She's set up shop in the mage tower, so I understand."

He had just finished tucking his journal back away and had taken Neria's hand when Evelea appeared. He twitched a little at the noise, free hand itching towards his sword, and then settled. Clearly attackers were not in the habit of knocking on doors and asking permission to enter.

"Please," he said, eyes going to the woman's staff. "You're...one of the Heralds, right?"

Leliana stood up and stared the door, hand hovering over one dagger. Better be a healer, or she would be very pleased practicing with a breathing target after all the past events.

Evelea nodded to Alistair, though her eyes cut toward Leliana. "I'm Evelea Trevelyan. Neria was incredibly kind to me while I was being investigated for possession." She took a half step forward, flicking her gaze to the Spymaster again and then took a deep breath as if to explain further, but she was cut off with a cough.

"Maker, it reeks of red lyrium in here!" She shrugged off the timidity, strode forward, eyes scanning and finding the sword before traveling back to Neria. "Was she cut by that blade?" She raised a hand and a gentle rejuvenation spell passed over Neria first, stabilizing her pulse and breathing.

Alistair relaxed further when Evelea gave her name. Neria had spoken of this version of the Inquisitor.

"We don't know," he said, scooting back so Evelea could have better access to Neria without letting go of his wife's hand. "Maker, I hope not."

"If it is the case, though, what are the implications?"

Leliana relaxed a little, observing Evelea as she worked.

Evelea rested a hand on Neria's neck, feeling her pulse as she used her magic to catalogue her injuries. She started with any internal bleeding that lingered from what seemed like being hit by a great deal of magical force. She shook her head. "I'm not an expert. In my time we have only seen a small amount of it in the world. But from the journal, and listening to others talk, it seems to have the potential to be corrupting. But she's a Warden and a mage, so she should be more resilient than most to any adverse effects."

(OOC: If there are any really specific or life threatening injuries she'd find, let me know?)

Alistair nodded as Evelea spoke.

He looked over at the sword again.

"Meredith," he muttered. "Where in the void is she? I can't imagine her being parted from that - that thing willingly. If she's the one-" he stopped and inhaled, closing his eyes.

"I am not very fond of having Meredith around, but we can't do anything reckless."

Leliana shaked her head, arms crossed in front of her chest.

"We have a special place for her in the dungeons, and that should do."

Evelea had never met the Knight Commander of the Kirkwall Circle, but like all mages in the Free Marches she'd learned to shudder at the name. Her mouth was drawn into a tight moue of distaste as she worked to triage Neria's injuries. Cuts closed and bruises faded, a fine beading of sweat appearing on Evelea's brow as she worked.

"This is the best I can do. She's stable at least. She'll be sore when she wakes, and shouldn't go doing anything reckless or heroic for a few days." She gave Alistair a gentle smile.

Alistair smiled at Evelea in return, giving her a grateful look.

"I think I can see to that much," he said, relief coloring his voice. His thumb drew small circles on the back of the hand of Neria's he still clung to. "Thank you, Evelea."

"I trust you can take care of her from here."

Leliana smiled at Alistair, motioning to take back her bow, quiver and the improvised package holding Certainty.

"I'll see what Dagna can do about this. Take care and don't hesitate to call me if you need to."

Evelea shook her head at Alistair's thanks. "It's no trouble. If you need anything else, of course let me know."

She gave Neria a gentle pat on the shoulder, and then looked toward Leliana, frowning faintly at the sword. She gave a slight shiver and stepped toward the door, moving to put more space between herself and the sword and stepped into the hallway to return to her room.

(OOC: Okay! Healer out!)

Alistair nodded at Evelea as she slipped out and then turned to Leliana.

"Of course," he answered. "You've done plenty, Leliana. I'm-" he bit his lip. "Thank you. I don't like to think about what state she might have been in if you hadn't found her when you did. Let me know if you hear anything more about Meredith, please? I wouldn't like to leave Neria alone, but..."

He left the inevitable 'there are exceptions, of course' statement off and shrugged instead.