[She smiles faintly and realizes in that moment, when the expression feels foreign and tugs on unused muscles, that it's been far too long since this happened. It's... a relief, in a way. She feels a little like a block of ice beginning to thaw.]
That would explain why Varric made so many jokes about the place being haunted.
[The chance to speak to someone who isn't her favorite dwarf is enough to keep her out of bed, and she forgets entirely about the need for house coats as she starts towards Fenris again on the way out to the main room.]
Would you like something to eat? He was visiting earlier and there's some bread and cheese left. Some wine, too.
[She winces a little when that comes out sounding so relieved and makes a note to reign that sort of behavior back. She isn't this woman, broken and alone. She was the Inquisitor and she's stronger than this.
It just doesn't feel like it at the moment.
She'd moved the food and wine to a sideboard once Varric had left and now she returns to it, only vaguely aware it's going to take her twice as long to transfer everything to the table with only one hand. It doesn't matter, and she doesn't think she'll drop anything.]
[He moves to pick up the food, casting her a look in askance. Not verbally asking if she needs the help, but offering it all the same. Allowing her some dignity, at least. ]
There is very little Varric doesn't know. I just didn't tell him the exact day I would be here.
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That would explain why Varric made so many jokes about the place being haunted.
[The chance to speak to someone who isn't her favorite dwarf is enough to keep her out of bed, and she forgets entirely about the need for house coats as she starts towards Fenris again on the way out to the main room.]
Would you like something to eat? He was visiting earlier and there's some bread and cheese left. Some wine, too.
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[The words are dismissive, but the tone is very fond. Varric is family.
He pauses, considers. When did he last eat? He can't remember. ]
That would be good. Thank you.
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[She winces a little when that comes out sounding so relieved and makes a note to reign that sort of behavior back. She isn't this woman, broken and alone. She was the Inquisitor and she's stronger than this.
It just doesn't feel like it at the moment.
She'd moved the food and wine to a sideboard once Varric had left and now she returns to it, only vaguely aware it's going to take her twice as long to transfer everything to the table with only one hand. It doesn't matter, and she doesn't think she'll drop anything.]
Did Varric know you were coming back to Kirkwall?
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There is very little Varric doesn't know. I just didn't tell him the exact day I would be here.