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[veilstrike]

Who: Leilani Lavellan and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Blue Fish
When: Now, after gifts have been opened!

[ The video opens with Leilani fiddling with something in her hands, but she's quick to turn her attention to the camera and focus on the people she's talking to. She's well practiced at the art of focussing her attention on people rather than things; the Inquisition had demanded it from her, and she barely had any time of her own. No time for worries or fears or sadness; only work and fighting for whatever future Thedas had left. ]

In my clan we did not celebrate the winter as the rest of the world did. I didn't recognise that there were different celebrations until I became the Inquisitor, and then it felt as though I was pretending to understand something that was completely alien to me.

[ Frowning, she drops the necklace from her hands. ]

I'd like to know more about your traditions, if you'll appease me. I've never had much time to sit and talk about these sorts of things, so anything that you might be able to tell me would be welcome. There is always time to learn something new.

[ It also distracts her, so it's a welcome relief. ]

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[whatisright]

[Justice dips his head, then reaches out and folds her Marked hand into his. Part of him feels selfish for holding her hand, since he takes so much pleasure from it as well, but this is what she said she wanted. He resists the urge to just melt into the song of the Fade humming in her palm, and he rubs his thumb along her knuckles over and over. Is it too much to do that? He trusts her to let him know if it is.]

Is this helpful?

[veilstrike]

Yes.

[ Leilani breathes out, relaxing, unable to resist the urge to lean against Justice; so that is what she does, calm and collected now, even with her aching heart. Tilting her head up, she watches him carefully. ]

What does it feel like? Holding the Anchor?

[whatisright]

It feels like holding a song.

[Yes, that makes perfect sense to him.]

It is almost like I am home again.

[If it sounds like his voice is tinted with melancholy longing, it's because it is. He doesn't necessarily want to go back home if it means leaving the mortal world behind, but he still misses it. He misses being where everything is simple and he fits in perfectly.

He allows her to lean against him, and he leans back a little. The physical affection isn't bad, really. He'd even venture to say that he could see the appeal.]

[veilstrike]

Holding a song.

[ It's the nicest thing that anyone has said about the Anchor, and she grips his hand just a little tighter. ]

If you ever want to hold it again I won't mind. You just need to ask.

[ Considering the damn thing is killing her she might as well get some use out of it. If someone can find something positive about the mark in her hand... ]

[whatisright]

You are very kind to me.

[He clasps her hand, leaning his head against hers. He thinks he could hold her hand forever if she allowed it.]

But I believe I came here to soothe you, not the other way around.

[veilstrike]

This is helping.

[ They're pressed close and it's warm and comfortable; it makes her feel at peace, even with the world a near mess around her, as always. ]

Having a friend helps.

[whatisright]

Yes. A friend.

[Justice doesn't have many of those, but he's glad for the confirmation that he has one in Leilani.

He's happy to let them sit in silence, coiled together, and he lets the feeling of the Fade wash over him.]