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“Whoa, whoa,” Alistair called, his hands raised up around his head as he tried to gesture in surrender. He stared the woman down in front of him, glancing from her to the children at her side, and felt himself frowning. “I don’t mean any harm,” he assured as he tried to not stare down the arrow pointed straight between his eyes. “I just - ”

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The half-elf’s pale face softened to the soft firm resolve of the Herald to ensure she was taken care of, shakily clinging to his arm for support as she struggled to stand fully upright without her stomach turning. The large gash along her side stung heavily to her body straightening out, a shaky sigh leaving her as she nodded.

“Yes…I think I can…”

Nelras helped the trembling woman along, through the gates of Haven and towards the tiny cabin that had become his own.  The trip was slow and careful. 

Once inside, he steered her to the bed, not caring if the blankets got ruined.  “Sit here.  Let me gather some supplies.”

He darted about the room, gather jars of salve, some lengths of bandaging, and a needle with plenty of thread.

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“That is not just a scratch.”  Nelras frowned, looking at the wound.  “We haven’t got an official healer yet, but I’ve got some basic salves and some bandages in my quarters.  Come with me.  Can you walk?”

Flint hadn’t meant for it to go that far.

He & Dinyla had been fighting. He couldn’t remember what it was about at that moment, but as the fight intensified, they slowly drew closer together until suddenly they had found themselves kissing each other passionately before moving towards the bed in his quarters....

As he sat up, panting slightly, he became aware that his scarred body was still on display to her. A wave of self-consciousness swept through him, prompting him to pull up the blanket as high as he could & begin looking around for his coat.

   First notice at the word ritual & she swore she shivered herself.    Rituals were strange, as were the people who “conducted” them;    that something she was told as a child that was apart of “evil”    ( whatever evil may be ). If it was a seal to protect then granted    that was all & well, but she had never heard of tattoo’s PROTECTING    a person. Typically they were for art on the body, resembled    something or another - but to protect? It should come as no surprise    that she was MUCH confused.

      ‘I’ve never heard of that before, I mean how can       somethin’ on your body protect you? & if so, what?       Do they just scurry away afraid? Then we all       need ‘em if that’s the case –’

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Solas still was concerned about the strange visions in Dinyla’s dreams. So he decided to put sense into it all and tried to get a connection to his mother, who was abviously protecting her. Maybe even from him..