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Who: Felix Alexius
Broadcast: Fleetwide (Video)
Action: The Marsiva (Hospitality Deck, somewhere near a viewing port.}
When: April 25 (afternoon)

[When Felix makes this communication at first it's clear that he's just doing it to find out if he really knows how. At first it turns a bit, slowly, but you can see the floor and the view part before it settles on his face.

His eyes are narrow, but not in an aggressive way. Mostly, he's just dealing with the fact that he has all this new information in his head. Shouldn't he be freaking out about it? Instead he just feel calm and curious.]

Well, this is certainly new.

When I said before I was ready for the Maker's Embrace I wasn't exactly thinking it'd be a spaceship. [And that new word comes to him effortlessly, making the joke less awkward that it should have been. He gives the fleet a small, half smile.]

They're going to have to change all of the religious texts, if that's true.

[The tone of his voice and the smile still on his face, showing clearly that he knows he isn't actually dead. He's mostly just dealing with this entire thing by making a joke because he still can't find the energy to be too concerned about it. Even the joke, though, comes off as more a comfortable, muted snark, than that he's expecting to bring the house down with laughter.]

I'm Felix. Obviously, I've just arrived.

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For what it's worth, I think recent events were going to be prompting a rewrite anyway.

[You know, because elf mage Herald of Andraste. Oops, sorry scholars.]

How are you feeling, Felix?

[His eyes widen a bit when he sees her, surprised.] Herald! Or, should I say, Inquisitor?

I'm doing as well as can be expected, I believe.

[A pause] How long have you been here?

[And isn't that a relief. After a string of familiar faces who have no idea who she is, it's nice to finally be recognized by someone she had grown to like again.]

Either is fine, but considering we aren't in Thedas any longer you're also welcome to use my first name, Jove.

[There's a fair amount of concern as she looks him over, all things considered. How do you manage the Blight in space if you aren't a Grey Warden? Will his illness simply stop progressing? She'll have to speak to Anders, and perhaps find a healer who will be discreet. Poor Felix.]

It's been a few months, now. There are quite a few of us here you'll recognize, so it shouldn't be too much of a shock. [There's a pause, and then she smiles softly.] Dorian is here, for example.

[Whatever he was going to say, he pauses at the mention of Dorian.]

He is? I... I should find a way to speak to him.

[Though he supposes this network might be the case.]

I'm sure he'll be along very soon to speak to you, don't worry about that. You've come at a good time, usually people are transferred off the Marsiva on this day. You'll be able to travel freely once you're granted your own permanent ship to live on.

Ah. That's... good?

[A pause, then, as he files that away.] They're managing my, uh, condition as well.

[The tension that had been in her shoulders as she worried over that particular trait fades almost the second Felix says that, and she lets out a relieved breath.]

That's wonderful. That's- that's wonderful, Felix.

[After everything this man had done to help the Inquisition, to help her personally, it had been a particularly bitter blow to learn his time was limited. That she would never get to know him the way Dorian had, that his bravery had helped to save the world and he'd never know, it all seems too cruel.

And just in case, just to keep certain people (mostly Fenris) from judging incorrectly, she encrypts the next bit.]

In the vein of assurances, we took care of everything regarding your father. He's working with the mages to fix what he'd started under careful observation by the Inquisition. He's still alive.

[Felix gives her a smile.]

Yes. I wrote to him after I learned.

Thank you for that, Jove. [It's weird to say her name but he does anyway.] You were within your rights not to spare him, and yet you did.

For all that he went about things the wrong way, your father was a good man. If his actions hadn't come from wanting to save an innocent life, it would have been very different.

[And besides, it wouldn't have sit right with her to kill the man when he had been so important to Dorian. They gained more with his contributions to the Inquisition than they would have just ending his life, so it had been a merciful action, but also a tactical one. One she'd make the same way all over again if she was given the option.

It's only too bad they couldn't have found a way to cure Felix. He's here now, apparently safe from the effects of the Blight, but it doesn't seem like enough. Not when she lets herself consider he's here on borrowed time.]

If there's anything you happen to need, Felix, I hope you'll let me know. You would have been welcomed to the Inquisition just as Dorian was, if you hadn't returned to Tevinter, so I feel like it's only right to offer whatever help I can.

I might need a bit help with some of my powders. The augment is managing the worst of my symptoms but I believe having some of the treatment available may be a good idea.

I've got a collection of plants that are similar to ones from home, if you can use any of them. I've been providing Dorian a tea to keep him from getting quite so sick from space travel, I wouldn't mind at all adding another patient to my list.

[Dorian getting space-sick makes him a little too amused and he grins, and chuckles a bit.]

Well, I wouldn't want to take that from him, but I do appreciate the help. Thank you.

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