No one could see, with the hat in the way, but his eyes narrowed as fleeting memories of the torture burned somewhere in her mind. The pain of the present was sharper than the pain of the past right now, and it was terribly sharp. He felt a ghost of that pain across his skin. His hand twinged at the thought.
Cole sat down where Varric had been, his posture stiff and awkward, like he'd never sat in a chair before. His hands twisted, turned, and twitched in his lap. One of the elfroot potions lay against his leg where he could grab it without nudging a healer. No one had seen him grab it.
He didn't reach for her or try to touch, but he bent low, close so that his words would be hard to hear for any but her.
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Date: 2016-09-19 04:38 am (UTC)Cole sat down where Varric had been, his posture stiff and awkward, like he'd never sat in a chair before. His hands twisted, turned, and twitched in his lap. One of the elfroot potions lay against his leg where he could grab it without nudging a healer. No one had seen him grab it.
He didn't reach for her or try to touch, but he bent low, close so that his words would be hard to hear for any but her.
"I am here, if it helps."