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  “Liara? I didn’t even hear you come in.”

Shepard sits up from the way she’s slumped forward, muscles stiff and aching. There’s evidence enough that she passed out for some time before the asari had come into her cabin, what with data pads strewn out across the table, and the half empty glass of water. 

She rubs her face, wetting her lips for a moment before speaking again. 

Shepard talked into Liara’s office, looking around and smiling.” I see you have gotten everything in place...this is starting to look like a Broker’s office. “She said and sat on the nearest chair, while watching her doing her work. 

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4. Our muses are pressed awkwardly together in a confined space to avoid being found by someone.

“Whew, what a long day,” the elf said to herself as she took a stroll through Skyhold’s garden. “Woke up for morning exercise, woke up the mage recruits for their morning exercise, did their daily training, reported to the Commander, went out on mission, and now I’m back. What time is it anyway?” Velavra craned her neck skyward and saw the burnt skies of sunset.

“Ah. That time.” The mage continued her stroll, idly zapping a few bugs trying to eat some of the plants as she walked. “Don’t really feel like going in yet, it’s a nice evening today...“ Velavra made her way over to one of the garden’s benches, lying down on its stone surface and relaxing in the breeze and cool air, although she made a point of not accidentally falling asleep.

She allowed her thoughts to drift, until she was disturbed by the sounds of someone else in the garden. Curious as to who else might be here this late, the elf leaned up and observed someone covered head to toe in cloth. She recalled seeing them around the keep before, but never really got the chance to speak to them. “Well, no time like the present,” she absentmindedly said, before sitting up on the bench properly and addressing the stranger.