Whatever has been plaguing Skyhold of late somehow hasn't touched Araceli; privately she'll say it's the sea in her blood, that it keeps her safe even so far from her, when she hasn't seen it, smelt it, touched it in so many months, but she knows better than to say such things here when they might be repeated when something is gripping Skyhold at present. Seeing anyone she loves hurting or in pain is a lead weight in her belly, that she can do nothing only makes it worse so she slips away to find something she can read to Korrin, to bring her something light to eat, some tea she can sip.
That Korrin is gone is troubling, and the only delay is from the cursing fit she has before she hurries off, asking around. It makes it easy that there are so few matching Korrin's description about and the tavern isn't really a surprise but she still needs a moment before she heads in.
The barman doesn't need to jerk his head towards the corner but he does, and she manages a tight smile, swallowing carefully. It isn't Korrin's fault. Something is wrong with her, something that the healers are struggling to treat, and at least Araceli knows where she is and that she hasn't somehow managed to hurt herself as she slips next to her, tucked close to her side.
"Sirena?" Her voice is soft, and she's never been good at keeping the worry out of it, trying to see what Korrin and others can apparently see but there's nothing there and that only makes her fret more. "Why are you here Korrin, you should be in bed, resting, not somewhere so loud." The leg next to Korrin's nudges gently, the side of her mouth attempting a smile as her small hand rubs soothing circles, as if this were any illness, something easier to soothe, something that might burn itself out like a fever.
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That Korrin is gone is troubling, and the only delay is from the cursing fit she has before she hurries off, asking around. It makes it easy that there are so few matching Korrin's description about and the tavern isn't really a surprise but she still needs a moment before she heads in.
The barman doesn't need to jerk his head towards the corner but he does, and she manages a tight smile, swallowing carefully. It isn't Korrin's fault. Something is wrong with her, something that the healers are struggling to treat, and at least Araceli knows where she is and that she hasn't somehow managed to hurt herself as she slips next to her, tucked close to her side.
"Sirena?" Her voice is soft, and she's never been good at keeping the worry out of it, trying to see what Korrin and others can apparently see but there's nothing there and that only makes her fret more. "Why are you here Korrin, you should be in bed, resting, not somewhere so loud." The leg next to Korrin's nudges gently, the side of her mouth attempting a smile as her small hand rubs soothing circles, as if this were any illness, something easier to soothe, something that might burn itself out like a fever.