[ Leilani has been asleep for a few days - not that she's aware of course, but it's true all the same - and when she wakes up her head hurts. There's an awkwardness that settles over her, and she wiggles her arms a little before... Ah. She can feel the loss of the one with the Anchor, weightless and phantom limbed, and even the sudden rush of memories of the Fleet aren't enough to dampen the thick weight of knowledge. She had gone back, and Solas had been there, and she had lost so much.
Slowly, she pushes herself up, using her one hand to rub at her eyes absently, trying to make sense of suddenly being thrust back into the strange world of space travel. ]
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Date: 2018-03-02 11:20 pm (UTC)From:Slowly, she pushes herself up, using her one hand to rub at her eyes absently, trying to make sense of suddenly being thrust back into the strange world of space travel. ]
... Dorian?