[ She's fine in the way she's always been fine, and in that she did not lie back in Triage. She's never had anyone to nurse her to health or to tend to her wounds, and honestly even this gentleness is uncomfortable and strange to her. The way he paces himself, the hand over hers, like she's something that can break. The way he offers her a hand that she doesn't take, opting instead to grasp the handle at the door with her uninjured hand and haul herself up, plopping into the stiff material and thin padding of the carriage seat.
There's only so much gentleness she can handle really.
She will however take that pastry with a slightly pressed grin, one that just lifts the outside of her lips a moment before she tucks her knees back up and the carriage begins to move. She tears off a corner and pops it in her mouth, looking out the window at Kirkwall as it passes by. ]
Of all the worlds we could have fallen into, it had to be the one without modern technology.
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There's only so much gentleness she can handle really.
She will however take that pastry with a slightly pressed grin, one that just lifts the outside of her lips a moment before she tucks her knees back up and the carriage begins to move. She tears off a corner and pops it in her mouth, looking out the window at Kirkwall as it passes by. ]
Of all the worlds we could have fallen into, it had to be the one without modern technology.