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ive arrived as i always do
She should have stopped days ago, but her own drive to please and see people well has left the Lunari worse for wear. When she finally decides to call it quits for the night - her shift was done at least four hours beforehand - she stumbles out into the streets, her leylines flickering faintly in the dim light of the street lamps. She makes it about halfway home before she finally collapses, slumped against one of the smaller buildings in Fayren - her head knocking against the wall before she lands in a heap.
Probably not her best idea. ]
fuckin leave, hoe.
The only thing she might notice is a cold compress on her forehead, near where she hit her head against the wall, earlier. Solas is actually not even in the room at first, but he does enter the room shortly after, a book tucked under one arm and some assorted food on a tray in his other hand. He knows Lior lacks the actual need to eat in most circumstances, but food can give comfort, regardless. He sets down the tray on the bedside table and pours a glass of water before settling down in the chair that's been sat next to the bed and opens his book to read. Overall, the room is quiet, dimly lit but enough for him to read by without disturbing Lior's needed rest.]
mmmmm no
Stupid, in hindsight, and a mistake she likely won't make again anytime soon. She'll chastise herself for it later though, once the bleariness subsides and she fully realizes where she is and how she got there. The pain in her head has long since subsided as the energy returned, but the cold compress is nice nonetheless.
The Lunari stirs after a moment, dark eyes half lidded as she watches Solas enter with the book and tray of food. It doesn't take her long to register who he is - there are few elves she's met here, and fewer still that held her interest as long as he had. ]
Solas. [ She says as she sits up, gently pulling the compress from her head. ] How did — what happened?
fuk OFF
[As he says this he tilts his head ever so slightly, his expression appraising. She looks fine now, as far as he can tell, no wound remaining on her head, and the lines on her face and arms seem to be glowing more steadily, much better than the flickering that he'd seen earlier.] You must have depleted your magics to cause something like that, am I right?
:(
His question has her blushing slightly, less bright than it would be normally as her energy continues to slowly return. It's almost odd how long it seems to be taking - but then again, her connection to this world's energies is not nearly as strong as it would be back home. ]
You are correct. I have not rested for a few days whilst working at the hospital.
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For now, you're welcome to stay here as long as you like. There's food and water, if you want any. It might be helpful, even if you don't need to eat.
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I appreciate your kindness, Solas, but I would not wish to impose upon you for longer than necessary. [ She really doesn't, but a fervent desire for company and companionship has her words faltering slightly. No, no. She couldn't. ] I will have to insist on returning the favor some how, though.
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Very well. If it will ease your mind then I will stay. [ It doesn't take much to convince her, truthfully. ] I will not linger in silence if it cannot be avoided. How have you been faring since we spoke last?
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Well enough, I've found my bearings at least. As strange as this world has proved to be, there's more than enough to catch my interest.