[ Leilani feels as though she's doing something wrong and she's well aware she's overstepped her bounds. Shifting, she makes herself as comfortable as she can manage, staring down at her hand and watching the Anchor shift and prickle. Her hand hurts, but it doesn't hurt as much as her dreams, and she's afraid that if she falls asleep here she might wake him up in an unpleasant way.
Perhaps she can lie beside him and rest as much as she can without real sleep. He doesn't have to be aware. ]
My ribs are fine. [ It's gentle and teasing, though, and she sighs, leaning back. ] I apologise for coming and depositing this on you, Dorian. It's not your burden to carry.
Your ribs may be fine, but I am not the one who used themselves as living bait. [ Just a pointed fact, nothing more. He takes the time she stares at her Anchor to inspect it, as well. There haven't been many opportunities, and outright staring is rude. Dorian can't imagine carrying the burden of a mark that wasn't asked for and was slowly killing. Does she fear death, or is it an inevitable fate? He hasn't bothered asking how the Dalish view death, if it matters at this point. ]
..No, it isn't. [ He closes his eyes and sighs through his nose. ] However, you should not have to bear any of it alone. That's what the inner circle is for, is it not? A burden shared is a burden halved. Given our current circumstance, [ He makes a vague gesture meant to signify the Fleet, ] You should take the opportunity to alleviate any burden you're able.
It helped us find where the Vieziri were hiding. I'm not regretting my choice. [ Still, it can't be good for the actual physical ailment on her hand. She doesn't know what to do about the Anchor, the way it flicks and burns, the intensity of it. She knows it's killing her, Solas told her as such, but the idea of actually removing her own arm... She thinks of Cyril, and...
She doesn't want to go down that road, but she doesn't have a choice, in the end. She knows what is waiting for her when she returns to Thedas.
Leaning over, Leilani shifts, pressing herself forward so she can rest her forehead against Dorian's shoulder, resisting the urge to reach for him and not let go. She's terrified, she thinks, that when she opens her eyes he might be gone, slipping from her fingertips, some kind of dream or illusion to torture her. ] I do not want to weigh you with problems that are not yours to fear, no matter how great the burden. I don't want to give you more cause for concern.
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Perhaps she can lie beside him and rest as much as she can without real sleep. He doesn't have to be aware. ]
My ribs are fine. [ It's gentle and teasing, though, and she sighs, leaning back. ] I apologise for coming and depositing this on you, Dorian. It's not your burden to carry.
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..No, it isn't. [ He closes his eyes and sighs through his nose. ] However, you should not have to bear any of it alone. That's what the inner circle is for, is it not? A burden shared is a burden halved. Given our current circumstance, [ He makes a vague gesture meant to signify the Fleet, ] You should take the opportunity to alleviate any burden you're able.
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She doesn't want to go down that road, but she doesn't have a choice, in the end. She knows what is waiting for her when she returns to Thedas.
Leaning over, Leilani shifts, pressing herself forward so she can rest her forehead against Dorian's shoulder, resisting the urge to reach for him and not let go. She's terrified, she thinks, that when she opens her eyes he might be gone, slipping from her fingertips, some kind of dream or illusion to torture her. ] I do not want to weigh you with problems that are not yours to fear, no matter how great the burden. I don't want to give you more cause for concern.