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Maker, her ribs bloody hurt.
Ordinarily, if she’d managed to get into some sort of scrape, Talia would have merely dragged herself off home and knocked back a couple of healing potions before going to sleep. She’d never been particularly good at healing magic or attempting to patch up herself, so that usually did the trick. After so long living in Kirkwall, fights were something she had become well used to, usually for a little extra coin, but this was something different. The healing potion she’d taken already had cleaned up the cut slashing across her right eyebrow – it would probably end up scarring, but Talia could live with that – and the worst of her bruises but there was some sharp pain every time she took a breath that had led her down into Darktown.
Anders’ clinic was rather quiet by the time she arrived, the last patients leaving just as she stepped up to the door and slipped inside. As the other mage spotted her, Talia couldn’t help a slightly sheepish and apologetic smile.
”In my defence, the asshole had it coming to him.”







