❝ my thanks—for last night. ❞ @arsuledin sounds better still than he had upon returning from wherever he had gone.
a moment passes and she blinks at him, almost owllike in the rotunda's soft light.
few existed who might call mirevas of clan lavellan shy in any moment, though some saw quiet as reserve. somehow though this moment shifts beneath her feet not quite like sand but like a ripple through the stone or some flicker of the fade outside of dreaming. even a blink shows her cascades of moments once again : the mages and the way his face had shifted, a spirit twisted into a form it could not choose and then released only to...fade. not to die yet something like, if all memory dissolved.
"you need not thank me," she says quietly, gaze lifting to the walls behind him, frescoed forms and colors. it feels so little, what she had given : what she could do, all of it amounting only to a chance to say goodbye and two moments' freedom before the end. too-bright green of her gaze returns to him, "i wish that there was more i could have done." quick as they had put themselves upon the road to get there, hard fought as his friend's freedom was, it had not been enough. guilt gnaws deep, nipping at whatever flesh it finds as fear and doubt and sadness all crowd close, failure lingering behind. if she could not save and protect but one spirit twisted by the will of desperate mages, then....
"i would never wish to cause you more pain," she says. "but i would like to know more about your friend, if ever you wish to speak of them."
