deviinctus:
serenityfaded.
❝ worry not, soldier. rest, and you will be better in the morning. i promise. ❞ for all intents and purposes, being a spy in the inquisition is probably the best job din’an has so far had. by extent- ion, being an agent of fen’harel is the best job she has so far had. she gets to tend to plants and heal people, only occasionally assassinating and stealing. and the inquisit- ion needs it. she’s one of the only people still around to tend to the garden, though luckily the infirmary is still well- stocked with healers. many of fen’harel’s other spies have, however, been discovered. she must remain below the ra- dar. the sound of footsteps behind her makes din’an’s ears twitch in curiosity. she carefully leaves the man she was helping to turn and face the footstep-holder. none other, of course, than the inquisitor. ❝ good morning, your worship. ❞
To say that things in the past few months have been difficult would have been an understatement. Even after losing her arm, even after learning that one of her dearest friends was planning to end the world right after she had already saved it, the overwhelming amount of people that had left as the Inquisition formally disbanded was staggering to the young mage. Places much like the courtyard were barren, only looking half as vibrant without all of the visitors. It was sad, really. " Will he be alright? " Her question is hesitant, walking towards the Elven woman and the soldier in the now quiet infirmary.
