[Cyril had actually been relieved when Dorian had brought Leilani
back to the ship with him. It was reassuring to know where she was because
despite his own complicated feelings over the idea that there were others
who had stumbled upon the ritual during the Conclave, he felt a connection
to her that no one else here had. It likely would have been there without
their lives being so similar just by virtue of them both being Dalish.
He had spent some time wandering the woods and setting traps around the
ship, but now he was resting and giving his arm some time away from the
wood limb he usually wore. Without the weight of it, he could give his
shoulder some time to recover from carrying it around. Spending time with
it off also prevented sores from forming around the scars. He still felt
odd about people seeing him without it, but the crew of this ship had made
him feel welcome enough he could tolerate it.]
As well as can be expected. How are you? [His eyes lowered a bit to
check out her anchor. While he had been happy to see her, a part of him was
still wary of a deteriorating anchor. He could remember the way that his
own version of their companions had cried out in pain when they were caught
up in it's energy.]
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Re: planet action!
Date: 2017-11-08 11:52 pm (UTC)[Cyril had actually been relieved when Dorian had brought Leilani back to the ship with him. It was reassuring to know where she was because despite his own complicated feelings over the idea that there were others who had stumbled upon the ritual during the Conclave, he felt a connection to her that no one else here had. It likely would have been there without their lives being so similar just by virtue of them both being Dalish.
He had spent some time wandering the woods and setting traps around the ship, but now he was resting and giving his arm some time away from the wood limb he usually wore. Without the weight of it, he could give his shoulder some time to recover from carrying it around. Spending time with it off also prevented sores from forming around the scars. He still felt odd about people seeing him without it, but the crew of this ship had made him feel welcome enough he could tolerate it.]
As well as can be expected. How are you? [His eyes lowered a bit to check out her anchor. While he had been happy to see her, a part of him was still wary of a deteriorating anchor. He could remember the way that his own version of their companions had cried out in pain when they were caught up in it's energy.]