“ better alone. but not. not alone. ” the spirit whispered to himself as eyes followed the white-haired elf walk along the stone wall. “ tired. very tired. but i can’t sleep. not comfortable like where i used to be... but not there. not a ‘ where ’, a ‘ when ’. i want to trust them. not that easy. but it has to be. hawke is here. ” 

eight nights. it’d been eight nights now that the curious spirit had caught the lonely warrior quietly move up the stone steps to the battlements and look out into a dark, empty abyss... where compassion then silently followed and watched from a distance, naturally.

of course, cole had thought to make his presence known before. say ‘ hi ’. but, admittedly, the part of him that he allowed to remember, the part that was becoming a little more... human, perhaps, had tugged on and warned him that it might not be the best idea to unnerve this particular elf so... since cole had the ability to do nothing but.

still, after eight nights, he simply wanted to know why it was the battlements fenris seemed to like to keep visiting and had to approach him. “ h-hello! ” the forgotten boy chirped from behind, perhaps too gleefully for the current time, holding his hands together in front of him.