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Fingers played absent-mindedly with his pendant as Mika listened to the conversations between the different members of Bull’s Chargers, taking a sip from his drink.

A little smile had been at the corner of his lips all along, but he had masked the sadness that bubbled in his chest, the longing. When Iron Bull and Mika left the Chargers, it was both all too soon, and a relief.

“You have good people with you, Bull.” Mika commented, eyes on the tavern, but gaze a little distant. “They are a bit like a family, aren’t they?” He added, softer, almost not purposefully.

It was well known by now, that the Herald came from afar, that he could not return there for now. Less known was the exact life he had before; but between the comments he had made here and there, and the little gossips; people knew their Herald had a family.

Rare were those that had caught him when it was obvious how much he missed them. However, Iron Bull was one of the few friends Mika felt he was making, and it meant it was harder to mask his longing in front of him.

Maybe it had to do with the knowledge, deep in his mind, that this man was trained to read people, and so, like with Leliana, Mika didn’t feel like going out of his way to mask himself even more.

Ears twitched as Mika heard the sounds of step in the snow. He had been laying on a rooftop of Haven, arms crossed behind his head, one leg crossed on the other bent knee. He tilted his head, ears twitching again, but it was the sensation of warm magic that told him who it was.

So he sat up with a little grin, found Dorian with a quick glance, and waved his hand. “Hey, Dorian! Care to join me?”

His voice had this little egde of mischeviousness, looking at the man as if challenging him to climb up too. The elf even slided down a bit, ending up sitting at the edge of the roof, legs balancing lightly.

A strange sensation stole the breath from Allen’s lungs as he passed the gate, floating in white for a short moment. He knew his mistake even as he still went through the gate, thinking he wanted to go far, jokingly thinking at this point he might as well run to another world if he wanted to lose all his pursuers.

Maybe, deep down, Allen had meant for this to happen. Maybe he was just tired of always looking over his shoulder, of being hunted, of never having time to pause and rest and understand the being that he hosted.

All he knew was that when he fell from the gate, too dizzy to stay upright, landing on his back on grass, he should be prepared for anything. Especially as there was a strange sensation in the air, and wow, was the sky weird.

It took Allen only a few seconds before he picked the signs of someone’s presence, though he still felt disoriented enough that he could not tell if it was a sound, or simply a presence that Crown warned him off. The white haired rolled on his side, silver eyes snapping toward the person-

And he blinked. And blinked again. He mentally quizzed his left eye, who knew if Akumas could still exist here, but no, not surprisingly, his eye felt no need to activate, telling him it did not sense Akuma in this... person.

Allen slowly stood up, eyes never leaving the other, though his gaze had grown a bit more curious if a little wary, masking his confusion and uncertainty. He could feel a certain weakness in his limbs, but this too he masked.

Then, Allen offered an hesitant smile. “Hello.” He lifted a hand to scratch the back of his neck, feeling glad that he had his white gloves. He’d rather not risk what his left arm might trigger as response. “I appear to have gotten lost, would you mind telling me where I’ll find somewhere to rest?”