Solas can trust Anders a little, at least; he had seen the man at work and he knows that it's something that he can put a little of his hard to earn faith in. He wishes that he had been able to do it more, that he had been adept enough, but with the issues with spirit magic at the time and his own worry... He sighs.
At least she is healing. At least he knows that she is getting safer. At least, he thinks, at least -
"You will be better, given time," he says, nodding his head. It feels good to have her fingers in his once more, to be able to stroke his own against her knuckles. He feels like he might actually be able to breathe properly again. It's not a concern he could share with anyone else, but he imagines she might understand all the same.
The tug makes him pause, turning to look at her, but his expression softens into a smile and he moves, sitting down at her side on the bed, drawing her fingers to his lips, gentle and tender.
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Date: 2018-10-06 09:24 pm (UTC)At least she is healing. At least he knows that she is getting safer. At least, he thinks, at least -
"You will be better, given time," he says, nodding his head. It feels good to have her fingers in his once more, to be able to stroke his own against her knuckles. He feels like he might actually be able to breathe properly again. It's not a concern he could share with anyone else, but he imagines she might understand all the same.
The tug makes him pause, turning to look at her, but his expression softens into a smile and he moves, sitting down at her side on the bed, drawing her fingers to his lips, gentle and tender.