[ 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. ]
[ He was assured that she would wake up, after it was clear she wouldn't under her own power- this sort of thing was common in the fleet, though it feels anything but. Instead, Dorian keeps a near, constant vigil over her, sitting on his own bed pushed up against hers, or in the uncomfortable desk chair on his side of the room, eyes glancing upward at her every so often. Just in case, he told himself.
The first few days passed in much the same fashion, she breathed, stirred a bit, but nothing would wake her. Books kept him occupied enough, and he was loathe to leave her in the off-chance she awoke while he was out. Nights were rather sleepless, caught worrying rather than sleeping even though common sense told him all would be well. One such occasion that sleep does take him, it's broken not long after it starts like something from a nightmare.
With a scream.
It's a blood-curdling, painful thing that lurches him upward and fills his stomach with knots and makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. What he sees is even worse. Leilani thrashes about, screams ripping from her throat and the arm that has the anchor is an acrid, pulsing green. Not only that, it looks like the arm is melting, though there is no smell of burning flesh and nothing left- it simply vanishes before his eyes in a macabre display as he tries to collect her in his arms to keep her still and rouse her.
His plan backfires painfully when she expels magic in all directions, knocking him across the room and throwing him bodily into the desk in the surprise. As much as he should have expected something, he was blindsided. He's only got himself to blame. The screaming stops as he's slumped in the corner, gathering himself enough to just get back up when he hears her voice calling out to him. ]
Leilani.. [ The one word is breathless as he heaves himself up quickly and moves to her side. Ignore the way his hands tremble as they grasp her one remaining hand. It's nothing! ]
[ If she had any clue that Dorian had been watching her - watching as she suffered, as her hand got worse and worse, as her arm faded into nothing as Solas did... Whatever it was he did to her - then she would be feeling even worse than she does already, and Leilani is hardly feeling particularly good. She's sore and tired, aching, reliving the pain of losing her arm as if it was just moments before, and she lifts her hands to press her fingers into the stump, the sleeve hanging down beside her. She'll have to adjust her clothes, she thinks, make sure to tie them in knots to save herself the hassle of a sleeve fluttering in the wind.
It might look rather interesting, but she doesn't think it'll do her much good.
It's still difficult to wrap her mind around seeing and understanding what is happening, but there's a hand in her own. There's only one person who would be sitting by her side like this, and when she shakes her head and gets rid of the awkwardness hanging around her shoulder she shifts, reaching for him and squeezing her fingers around whatever part of him she can feel. The relief of having Dorian back at her side, the sudden loss of the weight that was gripping her chest... There's no way to describe it, and she feels a little clumsy as she tries to pull him closer, desperate for something to hold onto her, something to ground her with the flood of strange and awkward memories mixing together. ]
You're here. [ The relief is so evident that it makes her feel a little bit like she's going to fall apart, or risk something just as dangerous. When she moves she almost falls out the bed, wishing she had another hand so she could hold on to him while touching his cheek, assuring herself that he's real, even as pain pulses against the loss of her arm. ] Thank - [ She cuts herself off; there are no Creators to thank anymore, is there? Instead, she breathes out, sharp and sad. ] Dorian, what happened?
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action.
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?
action.
The first few days passed in much the same fashion, she breathed, stirred a bit, but nothing would wake her. Books kept him occupied enough, and he was loathe to leave her in the off-chance she awoke while he was out. Nights were rather sleepless, caught worrying rather than sleeping even though common sense told him all would be well. One such occasion that sleep does take him, it's broken not long after it starts like something from a nightmare.
With a scream.
It's a blood-curdling, painful thing that lurches him upward and fills his stomach with knots and makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. What he sees is even worse. Leilani thrashes about, screams ripping from her throat and the arm that has the anchor is an acrid, pulsing green. Not only that, it looks like the arm is melting, though there is no smell of burning flesh and nothing left- it simply vanishes before his eyes in a macabre display as he tries to collect her in his arms to keep her still and rouse her.
His plan backfires painfully when she expels magic in all directions, knocking him across the room and throwing him bodily into the desk in the surprise. As much as he should have expected something, he was blindsided. He's only got himself to blame. The screaming stops as he's slumped in the corner, gathering himself enough to just get back up when he hears her voice calling out to him. ]
Leilani.. [ The one word is breathless as he heaves himself up quickly and moves to her side. Ignore the way his hands tremble as they grasp her one remaining hand. It's nothing! ]
action.
It might look rather interesting, but she doesn't think it'll do her much good.
It's still difficult to wrap her mind around seeing and understanding what is happening, but there's a hand in her own. There's only one person who would be sitting by her side like this, and when she shakes her head and gets rid of the awkwardness hanging around her shoulder she shifts, reaching for him and squeezing her fingers around whatever part of him she can feel. The relief of having Dorian back at her side, the sudden loss of the weight that was gripping her chest... There's no way to describe it, and she feels a little clumsy as she tries to pull him closer, desperate for something to hold onto her, something to ground her with the flood of strange and awkward memories mixing together. ]
You're here. [ The relief is so evident that it makes her feel a little bit like she's going to fall apart, or risk something just as dangerous. When she moves she almost falls out the bed, wishing she had another hand so she could hold on to him while touching his cheek, assuring herself that he's real, even as pain pulses against the loss of her arm. ] Thank - [ She cuts herself off; there are no Creators to thank anymore, is there? Instead, she breathes out, sharp and sad. ] Dorian, what happened?