Everything is different, the second time around
Trevelyan knew that lamenting all alone wasn't going to help anyone, least of all himself. Yet he couldn't help but feel the dread of another failed mission's burden as they neared Skyhold.
After his fall in the Storm Coast, Solas had insisted that they return to their sanctuary where he claimed to be able to research his unique circumstances. Trevelyan knew better, Solas only wanted to ensure he didn't get himself killed with one of his stunts or harm anyone else during and under his careful watch. He got it, really. It was hard to burden the responsibilities of an unknown situation without knowing what to expect out of its outcome. Oh, he knew it very well indeed.
A few faces looked up curiously at their early submission. They weren't expected to be back in a couple of weeks or so. He could already hear the whispers and Iron Bull's growl at anyone close enough to see his teeth.
During their reluctant return journey, Varric had assured him that no one would judge nor condemn them for cutting their trip short. The risk of losing him simply wasn't worth chasing after rifts or so he had said. Trevelyan was glad to hear him say it even if he felt a tang of guilt at disappointing his former soldiers. But to be fully honest he did prefer to return home than be subjected to the blinding pain he had felt.
His dizziness hadn't subsided either. Most of the times, he could catch himself drifting away and stop his slide before he fell down his horse. One time, when they had first started to move, Iron Bull had to steady him as he hadn't even realized that he had been sliding off from the saddle. After that embarrassing moment, he had rode his horse while he leaned forward and centred his balance according to the horse's movements. Had he fallen from that position, he would at least be able to cushion his drop with his good arm.
Solas was silent mostly but he did mention that they needed to stabilize his anchor and the elven magic, somehow. Despite his refusal to swallow pride and accept that Trevelyan had been correct in his hurry to visit the temple, Solas kept a lucid head and Trevelyan somehow knew that the visit to the temple had risen up a few levels on Solas' to do list of priorities. He almost smiled at that. Almost.
When they finally reached the stable and Trevelyan managed to dismount his horse with slow movements and little assistance, he had to take a moment to steady his posture. He knew that he was going to need to hold onto his staff to make it out of there but the burning shame prevented him from moving a muscle.
He pressed his head into his Anderfels mount's mane and found his balance to be grounded as the golden hearted horse didn't make a move to get away from him. The whispers which followed him all the way back, had a tendency to increase exponentially when he specifically tried to block them out. When he had initially realized that the noises were inside his head, Trevelyan had panicked. There had been no forewarning and neither Solas nor Abelas had mentioned the possibility of harbouring a thousand souls within his head. They had said something about the souls of the ancients but Trevelyan hadn't believed the souls residing within the Well to be quite so real.
Believing that he had finally snapped, Trevelyan came clean with their expert mage and to his dismay Solas had waved off his worries, explaining to him that the ancients souls were more than the willpower of the elven folk and it was no surprise that they took a more literal form.
Someone cleared their throat from behind him and Trevelyan reluctantly let go of the animal. Swaying on his spot, he ended up leaning on to his staff and any surface he could find to support his body. Every step was a struggle as the tense muscles ached and his head throbbed with pain.
"You should rest, my friend" Solas said with worry hidden behind a scowl. Trevelyan would have nodded in agreement but just the simple thought of the motion was too much. He resided to blink approvingly instead.
"I'll take him to his chambers" Varric volunteered and had the sense to add "We'll stick to the shadowy paths to avoid any gossip too. Poor Herald suffers enough headaches as it is"
"Much appreciated" came the soft reply from Trevelyan who look like he was sleeping on his feet. "Hey, Solas, do you have more of that potion you had me drink last time? Thanks to it I slept like a log and I don't mind fainting into a dreamless slumber now"
"That was just tea, Herald. Don't worry I have something with a real kick that will knock your knickers out"
"Ok, Varric, whichever works is good enough for me"
Varric, true to his word, moved between the shadows like an expert assassin with Trevelyan in tow. They were walking exceptionally slow and the mage couldn't tell whether it was to accommodate him or if it was some secret rogue strategy used for being invisible under the daylight. Either way they made it to his chamber without encountering anyone.
The core people of the Inquisition, namely Lavellan, her advisors and the rest of the heavy hitters had not returned. Hence their return created a bigger impact than any of them expected. Hidden away safely in his room, Trevelyan avoided most of the questions from the people but it took another day for Varric to return with the Iron Bull and a couple of drinks in their hands. By that time Trevelyan had already slept for hours on no end, took a bath, ate two meals in his lonely room, changed into his sleeping garments for the night and was dozing off while reading an old book he had found on his desk.
"Sorry for being late, Trev" to his surprise it was Bull who has spoke to him. "The mage made some serious threats to us both if we hadn't left you to your rest"
"Trev?" he repeated with narrowing his eyes "Is that your nickname for me, Bull? It is a bit uncreative. Even Krem la Creme was better than this"
"It's Krem de la creme." interrupted Iron Bull with a smile.
"I am sure he'll be pleased to hear you correct me on this matter" Trevelyan retorted.
"Don't complain, Herald. It could have been worse" Varric giggled after clicking his mug with the Bull's and Trevelyan's drinks. "And we already had some ale before we came in."
"Why not drink with me, Varric? Am I boring you?" he joked as he took another sip.
"Nothing like that, Herald. Half of the Inquisition team has returned from Orlais. We were simply catching everyone up to speed."
"Oh," Trevelyan said without appearing too happy about it. "Did everything went alright?"
"Well, almost. Apparently Celine was assassinated and Lavellan decided to keep Briala as Gaspard's shadow..."
"That is not really a happy ending is it?" he questioned but he did have a feeling it was going to end up like it. As much as he preferred to play the diplomat, Lavellan was more of an aggressive strategist. It didn't surprise him to hear that she had chosen Gaspard who would provide a stronger army to command.
"It is a good ending" Iron Bull chimed in "Happy is irrelevant during war times"
"Guess you have a point. Was everyone else alright?"
"Nothing to worry about, the only one who sustained injury was you and there wasn't much you can do about it." Varric said as he straightened on his seat. He was waiting for Trevelyan to ask about that person but Trevelyan wasn't going to entertain him. Not tonight.
"Where did the half of them go, then?"
"They had a tip on Samson's location. They went to Emprise du Lion to check it out. They'll be back soon enough. Now more importantly. I have been wondering something; What do those whispers whisper to you, Herald?"
"Complete , half-assed nonsense" the mage replied with creased brows and a wrinkled nose. He was glad for a topic change but he hoped he hadn't made that too obvious. "The noises lack a proper focus and I think when they have an opinion, they sort of say it at the same time without coordinating properly. Right now they are silent and I hope they remain that way."
"And that's why I hate magic" Bull said. He downed his drink and searched for the fourth cup they had brought with them. "All this nonsense about the elves, ancients and shit. You got to let the past be and move on."
"A little too late for that" Trevelyan shook his head and took his time to drink. "I am stuck with them and apparently they hate me as much as I hate them."
"Never mind them" Varric said with a smile and took out a deck of cards from his coat pocket "Let's do something fun for a change. If you have money to lose, I suggest Wicked Grace!"
"I'm in." chipped in the Bull and dragged his chair towards the other edge of the bed. Trevelyan shrugged half-heartedly and grabbed his set of cards. Satisfied with their interest in participation, Varric lifted his ale and clinked it with the others' tankards.
They continued their game until one by one their heads started to fall down and the mage declared himself officially too tired to differentiate apart the numbers on the cards. It had been a fun night which reminded him of the good old days and when his head hit the pillow, he instantly fall asleep with a dissipating headache and a dull ache in his left arm.
...
Late in the night, before the first light had appeared, Trevelyan felt cold fingers sliding his undershirt and touching his exposed skin; A gentle fingertip ghosted over his collarbone and fiddled with the golden chain of his amulet. An unconscious, hot breath was exhaled on the side of his neck. When the fingers worked around the chain in an attempt to slide it over his head, Trevelyan opened his eyes to come face to face with two beautiful grey eyes. Dorian stood just above him with his hands frozen on Trevelyan's chest.
Unfocused and still half asleep, Trevelyan smiled "Good morning, love. A bit early for you to be already up, isn't it?"
"Ugh" came the dignified response and suddenly Trevelyan lost the warmth emanating from Dorian as the young mage quickly pulled away from him. In two strides, he had crossed the room and stood at the furthest place from the confused Trevelyan. It took a couple more seconds for him to recognise the small room and comprehend the situation he just put Dorian in.
"Sorry, I didn't mean-"
"It's alright" Dorian replied all too hurriedly and had to clear his throat before continuing. Trevelyan couldn't make out his face while he stood at the darkest corner of the room but he was certain that Dorian was blushing with different shades of red adorning his cheekbones.
As the world around him focused, Dorian's velvety voice echoed within Trevelyan's head. With straightening into a more socially acceptable position, he gestured the young mage to take a seat across from him. Dorian ignored the gesture and kept to his corner "Oh, you aren't going to chase me out or run away yourself? There is yet some hope for you."
"Good morning to you too." Trevelyan said with a mock hurt expression, trying desperately to hide his own embarrassment "I am a civil person you know. Wasn't raised in a barn"
"So you say." He heard Dorian take a deep breath and gave him time to regroup his thoughts. After shuffling about and deciding lean on the wall, Dorian sighed in defeat "I suppose it never was a secret that you and me from your time had a thing going on. I just had not understood how serious that thing had been."
"What are you- oh, the birthright" Trevelyan exclaimed with a sudden realization and his hand instinctively curled over the amulet hanging from his neck.
"I assume that the me in your time had gifted it to you or was it you who stole it?"
"Don't be ridiculous" Trevelyan laughed at that and waved a hand "as if I could steal anything from you without having my eyebrows burnt off. No, you lent it to me for luck and protection"
"Fat load of good it did" Dorian said seriously "But that's the Pavus birthright for you, always cursing the possessor whether they be of the family or not."
"Oh, I don't know. I don't think it did such a bad job. I mean I am here, you are here and we are alive. There are worse situation I can imagine to be in"
"You are dying" Dorian deadpanned and Trevelyan had enough shame to avert his eyes with a sad impression on his face. He gulped down thickly unable to form a retort or a lie fast enough. "Solas was right then. The elven markings and the anchor are actively trying to one up each other. Yet nobody asks, what will became of the bearer of them both?"
"There is still hope" Trevelyan said with a certainty that even surprised himself. He honestly had faith that there was a way to make it right and if they were going to discover it, he wanted to have Dorian's support the most "If there is anyone who knows about this, it is Abelas. We'll figure it out once we reach the temple."
"An optimist! What a rare breed you are."
"So I've been told" As the young mage fidgeted at the end of his bed, Trevelyan crossed his legs on top of each other under the blanket and patted the emptied area for Dorian to sit on. There was little hesitation in following the request this time but Dorian still sat on the edge of bed with the demeanour of a man who was going to bolt out of the room any given second.
"Relax. I am not going to jump on you. I'd at least give you a heads up before I do."
"Much reassuring but that is not why I am nervous" Trevelyan nodded his head. Not that he understood what the young man meant yet there was something odd in the way he held his posture. If he were with his own Dorian, Trevelyan wouldn't hesitate to grab him by the waist and pull him flush against his chest, placing kisses on that naked shoulder until they both fall asleep. He would have erased Dorian's troubles even if momentarily and eased his mind. He couldn't do that now, and that both pissed him off and physically hurt his heart.
When Dorian spoke after a long time of speculations, his voice was wistful yet his words were as random as it could get. "For someone who had mocked my continuous presence in the tavern, I find it rather ironic to see you surrounded with so many empty tankards. I must admit it's both admirable and worrisome to see four of them on your bed table."
"I swear I had company at some point." He showed the cards and his remaining coins laying on the table "What brings you here tonight, Dorian? You seem distracted enough"
"You" Hope bubbled in Trevelyan's chest and he had to physically press it down before his heart attempted to fly off on his own. He really needed to ensure that he wasn't misreading the twinkle suddenly appearing in Dorian's eyes. He opened his mouth but no voice came out. "And that birthright as you might have guessed"
"I see"
"Well, I don't" he snapped, jolting the bed with suddenly turning his upper body towards Trevelyan "Explain to me. I dislike not understanding things especially if they include me"
"I know, Dorian but I am not sure how to. Are you even certain you want to hear it?"
"Try me" he insisted but the Herald wasn't convinced.
"Will you promise me that you won't run away? Make excuses to avoid me?"
"That's you" Dorian's voice was cracked but exasperated at the same time "That is literally what you do when you don't want to hear a reply you may not like. I am not the one running away, Tsion."
Trevelyan crossed his arms across his chest while frowning and rolled his eyes at the young mage "I- yes, maybe I do that, sometimes..."
"Right, sometimes..." Trevelyan saw Dorian take a shuddering breath like he was barely holding back from yelling at him. He decided to play it safe and smart and he waited for him "You are a cruel man, you know. You barge into our already chaotic lives and rise more questions than you can answer. From time to time I feel like you are mocking us"
"Dorian, I-"
"No, let me finish." The respectable member of the Pavus family and an Altus mage persona emerged as Dorian hushed the man with great ease. His edgy voice gained a harshness which hadn't been directed at him before and all Trevelyan could do was to swallow. He didn't dare interrupting him again.
"You demand respect" Dorian said accusingly "And perhaps you even deserve it. I can see how that would work if it is you. I truly can because you have the bearings of a great man and the same reputable aura as our Lavellan. I believe your claims to be an Inquisitor. You are strong, forward and determined. I know this because I have been watching you, all of us have, and we are both surprised and pleased with you. When I met with Varric and Bull in the tavern, they told me of your strong will with which you closed a rift even if it risked your life. " Trevelyan's lips twitched upwards at the back handed compliment and fought another urge to reach out to Dorian but he could see from the way the young mage's shoulders shaking that he wasn't done talking.
"These are all commendable traits of a person I would respect and follow. I could imagine myself as one of your companions in this regard. But, but then you demand love. You ask for it as if refusal is not even part of the equation or that it is your right. I want to deny it and move on with my life and, you sit there staring at me with those calf eyes. You haven't earned my love yet I find myself willing to share it anyway."
"Dorian..."
"Hush!" He finally got up from his seat and started to properly fidget as he paced the room with his arms flailing and head swarming with many thoughts. He appeared so frustrated and all Trevelyan wanted to do was to run to Dorian and cradle him in his arms until he calmed down. "I can't do this, Tsion. I can't accept this. I don't even know you and I also know everything about you. I have read your reports and every bit of information Lady Leliana gathered from the rest of us. You are an enigma, an unknown. Possibly very dangerous, too."
"Dangerous how, Dorian? I have already proven to be the Inquisitor. Is it because I have no name or no past in this world?" He halted his pacing and focused his gaze at Trevelyan.
"It is dangerous because you are dying. It is dangerous because if I let myself fall for you, there is a good chance that you won't be around to see my heart shatter and I'll be left alone with my suffering." The trickle of a tear was enough to get Trevelyan moving. The pain in his muscles acted up when he tried to move too fast and although he couldn't do much but crawl to the edge of the bed, he still managed to reach out to Dorian. Hesitant fingers wrapped around his forearm and he pulled the young man down on to the bed. His arms wrapped themselves around Dorian's waist and the mage's fingers found a strong hold on his biceps. With his single knee propped up and supporting Dorian's back, Trevelyan hugged him with all the strength he could muster.
"Why are you dying? Who gave you the right to waltz into my life, confuse the shit out of me, complicate a perfectly adequate arrangement I had with a qunari and insist that I reconsider every choice I have made since joining the Inquisition; Just so that you would end up dead? How dare you?"
"I am sorry, Dorian. I didn't know it would be this way. If I had known that this was a possibility, I would never have come after you. I wouldn't have hurt you but giving you up is not in my nature. I could drop everything at a seconds notice, the Inquisition, the anchor and the rest of the world but you, I would always come for you, regardless of our positions or our destinies."
"This is not comforting. You would put me above your duties?" The young mage said as he hid his face in the crook of Trevelyan's neck. Dorian's warm breath on his skin and their close proximity sent shivers down Trevelyan's spine and he responded with snuggling in closer.
"When I look back to how things have turned out, I wish that I had done it in the first place. I remember it clearly, as we stood at the edge of the Well of Sorrows, you told me 'I don't want to lose you to a well' and I ignored your warning. If I had just listened to you, we would not be going through this."
"You can't reply the past but you can redeem it. That's what you have been doing and surely you have saved so many more this time around. You claim to be selfish yet just hearing about your actions in Storm Coast is enough to convince people otherwise. I believe when you chose to drink from the Well, it was in the best interest for everyone involved. So the real questions is" Dorian's fingers slipped below the chain of the birthright and slowly caressed its surface while his fingertips brushed over Trevelyan's chest. "how did I end up caring for such a noble hearted man and even convince him to reciprocate my feelings?"
"In any given world, you are a master of seduction and I was taken in with you the moment I first laid my eyes on you. That might have helped"
"As I said, you are such a cruel man." Trevelyan snorted and planted a tender kiss on the young man's exposed nape. Sitting together, all wrapped around each other, Trevelyan felt peaceful despite the dull ache starting up in his arm. He ignored it as Dorian grasped his shirt and nuzzled his head on his shoulder "I will admit that you know how to render me speechless. Care to... show me your techniques?"
Trevelyan's hands halted to a stop at the given request and he lifted his lust filled eyes to stare directly into Dorian's over blown gaze. There was no mistaking the intension behind the unexpected question and Trevelyan felt a tug in his chest. How long had he waited for this; for Dorian to come to him and offer him that unconditional heart? How badly had he wished to be able to hold him without the fear of rejection? And here it was, the sweet breath whispering and presenting him the only world he ever wanted to have.
"Show me what it feels like," Dorian murmured as his lips traced a thin scar on Trevelyan's cheek "kiss me like you would kiss the me in your timeline. Allow me to understand it and treat me like an equal." He surged forward to taste the inviting mouth in front of him but Trevelyan gently grasped his chin and stopped his advance while swiping a thumb across his lower lip. Only a breath separated them and one of them made a primal sound at the back of their throat, though Dorian couldn't distinguish to whom it belonged. Probably to both of them.
"You are more than a reflection in the well, love" Trevelyan spoke slowly and clearly. The doubt behind Dorian's words made him hesitate. He was barely holding back from surging forward but he had to make sure that Dorian didn't think that this was a fleeting feeling. "You are not the one I left behind. I see now that you have always been just yourself and I should have treated you as such. I imposed on you to be someone else, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did. Not that I am complaining about it at this point."
"I apologise. I'll try to make it up to you" Trevelyan said and hoisted the mage by the waist. Ignoring the surprised yelp from the younger mage, he twisted around and draped Dorian on the bed. One of his legs rested between Dorian's while his elbows on the mattress supported his upper body so that there was a small distance left between their bodies.
"You better make it up to me" Dorian said "And you better stick around for what comes after too"
"I will" Trevelyan replied with great conviction and at long last he lowered his body and captured Dorian's lips with his own. He felt the tension melting away between them the moment he angled his head to deepened the kiss. His marked hand found purchase on the short hair and the other one messaged the back of the long neck, eliciting a deep moan from the young man.
Slow and steady, Trevelyan pried open the eager mouth with his tongue. Dorian was quick to take control when their tongues met but he wasn't about to let Dorian hasten this moment. So he pulled back ever so little, causing his partner to rise up after him and instead of meeting him half way through, Trevelyan bit at Dorian's chin and pressed demanding kisses along his neck.
"No need to rush, Dorian." he whispered and felt a tug on his half open shirt. Sneaky fingers found their way to his abdomen and scratched his skin, almost making him laugh.
"Why are you in such a good shape?" he heard Dorian complain "Muscles on a mage; for whatever reason do you need them for?"
"I am a battlemage, you know. Also my previous partner was very demanding and competitive when it came to bedroom activities. I had to keep up with him."
"Smart man, he was. I approve"
"I am glad" Trevelyan beamed at the mage and Dorian smiled fondly before reaching for his neck and pulling him down to capture the glistening mouth. What a strange and charming man, Dorian thought to himself. Kissing him like it was the only way to breathe, like the tomorrow would never come. There was no rush movements, no attempt to free him from his garments and not even a single, out of control touch. Dorian both applauded the man for his self-restrain and vowed to make him lose his precious control. He was going to speed things up, move his hands southward and explore the rough body above him but then Trevelyan parted his legs with his own and his lips found Dorian's pulse under his chin. When he got up, with the kind of soft touch on his lips and the way he poured his very essence through their current kiss made him reconsider moving at all, lest they lost the moment.
He found the whole giving yourself to someone aspect to be exhilarating. It also begged a new set of questions that Dorian wasn't willing to consider at the moment. To his delight, Trevelyan must have thought so too because once he realized that Dorian was becoming more dormant, he manoeuvred them so that his legs were wrapped around his own. A moan escaped through Dorian's his lips when Trevelyan as their bodies were flushed against each other. When he had enough of playing the coy partner and reached for him, Trevelyan met him half way through, licking at his lips and then sucking on his tongue. He seemed to know exactly what Dorian liked.
He shuddered when Trevelyan pulled away with a glint in his eyes and a grin forming on his mouth. His hair was ruffled and Dorian was convinced that he could stare at this gorgeous man for an eternity. The him in the other timeline had been a lucky bastard, indeed.
"So, did I satisfy your curiosity?" Trevelyan inquired.
"My curiosity is only peaked along with other things..." he replied and smirked as he observed Trevelyan to gulp down with great difficulty. "I wonder how different your techniques would be with even less clothes and more sweat"
"I would love to make a demonstration but I am afraid we'll have to wait for a while longer"
"And why is that?" Dorian asked, slightly disappointed.
"Because I can't really feel my left side" Trevelyan said with a groan and fell on top of the young mage. Dorian who never before panicked in his life, screeched and shoot his arms out to grab the falling man. He turned them as gently as he could and placed the pillow under Trevelyan's head. His marked hand fall limply to his side which worried Dorian further more.
"Where on the left side? Why didn't you say something before you daft man!"
"It's fine" Trevelyan responded with a huff.
"I'll go get a healer" Dorian yelled as he got up. He drew the blankets over Trevelyan after gathering them from beneath him who held on to Dorian with his right hand.
"It happened on the road as well. Don't worry. Just get me the medicine from my bag" Dorian dived for the bag standing on the other side of the bed table and opened it with an unrestrained strength that Trevelyan thought he was going to rip it. " Solas procured the ingredients while I was laying unconscious in the camp which I have been doing a lot lately. Laying unconscious, I mean, not camping. It has a bitter smell but it works wonders for the pain. No idea what it has in it though."
"Yes, that's very kind of him. Is this what I am searching for?" Dorian lifted up a small bag of combined herb leaves and when Trevelyan nodded, he grabbed a tankard, emptied it and filled it with a handful of herbs and some water.
"Let it rest for half a minute" warned Trevelyan.
"You should have told me this was a possibility and I wouldn't have pushed you so hard"
"I was busy seducing you" Trevelyan laughed "Mentioning that my arm is falling asleep isn't exactly romantic. Either way, thank you for the assistance. This would have been impossible to do on my own." Dorian sighed sadly. He seemed like he wanted to protest to his words but instead he wrapped his arms around Trevelyan's torso and helped move him into a position where he could drink his medicine without drowning on it. With a sad note he also noticed that Trevelyan couldn't move most of his left leg either.
"Then, I am glad to have helped." he muttered and lent the tankard to Trevelyan's right hand. "Next time you let me know if something doesn't feel right, yes? Assuming there is a next time of course"
"Yes, of course" Trevelyan replied without taking his eyes off of Dorian's making the young mage squirm delightfully. The cold, medicinal tea still tasted like nothing and the smell of it was like rotten citrus but at least Trevelyan could enjoy having Dorian's company.
Warmth returned to his fingers and his blood was flowing in his veins with great ease. A tingling sensation passed over his arm and leg, like pins and needles were being prickled under his skin. His heart rate made an attempt to increase but Dorian's tentative hold on his leg grounded him. Gradually the prickling feeling subsided. Once the tea was finished he flexed his arm and made a show of using his muscles while yawning.
"See, all better. I told-" Dorian cut him off with a quick kiss to his temple, startling him into silence.
"Yes, yes... You just cut down a few years off of my already short life expectancy. I hope you are happy. Now lay back and rest. I will not have you die on my watch"
"Alright, sleep by my side?" Trevelyan asked as he slipped under the covers and slid over with slow movements to make room for the young mage, should he chose to accept his offer. Dorian seemed hesitant but Trevelyan lifted the blanket for him anyway.
"You are impossible" he let out finally and went to remove his boots and upper garment. He returned only wearing his trousers. "I am keeping them on. You are unreliable when it comes to self-discipline. One of us has to hold back"
"No, I am not. I have been holding back since I first came in here and you didn't make my life any easier. But it is fine by me. Not like I haven't already seen what's underneath" Trevelyan retorted as Dorian joined him on the bed. He wiggled as close to Dorian as possible without making him uncomfortable. The warmth he felt was enough for him to feel content.
"You just keep breathing slowly and remember your promise, yes?"
"Yeah. Good night"
"Sleep well, Tsion" Dorian said sleepily, unaware of Trevelyan's eyes remaining open for the next hour as the pain continued to trickle his arm. When the medicine finally took effect and he started to nod off, the sun had already risen over Skyhold.