Cole dutifully offered the vial of elfroot, as he'd seen Varric do. It wouldn't do much for the pain, not while surgeons and mages fitted bones into place. He could feel their tension, their worries over doing this all perfectly. This wasn't any old soldier's hand, this was the Inquisitor's hand they looked down with faces stoic from long years of practice.
"The healing goes well. Bones fit neatly into place. Not perfect, it's not perfect but it will work." If the healers heard him, they ignored him. They were focused, fixated on the task. It was their thoughts he repeated to her.
"It is good you trust enough of us to heal and help, to let others see your tears."
He spoke to give her something to focus on that wasn't the pain.
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Date: 2016-09-19 05:54 am (UTC)"The healing goes well. Bones fit neatly into place. Not perfect, it's not perfect but it will work." If the healers heard him, they ignored him. They were focused, fixated on the task. It was their thoughts he repeated to her.
"It is good you trust enough of us to heal and help, to let others see your tears."
He spoke to give her something to focus on that wasn't the pain.