That Sort Of Day
Leliana
{Continued from the previous chapter. Update 2/2.}
The river is cold enough to make her gasp in surprise, and she hears a familiar spluttering and splashing nearby. She spots a blood-soaked Morgana in the river with her.
The mage looks at her in concern, probably because of the fair amount of blood on her also. "Are you all right?"
Leliana gives her a small smile. "Yes. It's... been that sort of day, I think. The question may be, are you?"
Morgana breathes out, laying a hand to her head. "I saved his life tonight."
"As he did yours," Leliana replies smoothly.
Morgana looks up at her, and there's a silence before the other woman moves suddenly, splashing water onto her arms and scrubbing them roughly. "I'm covered... with his blood..."
Leliana halts her, taking her by the hands and simply looking at her, her expression open, waiting. "You are a healer. You have been covered with his blood for a good amount of this trip."
Morgana calms, relaxing in her arms and seeming to consider it. "I suppose." A smile, something that can't even be called a laugh - weak, brittle. "It was too close. It was far too close." She shakes her head. "I shouldn't have panicked, I nearly tore the Veil..."
"There is nothing wrong with worrying for those you love," she says simply, cutting the frightened rambling off.
A small, dazed silence. "I... love...? No, I don't think..." Then Morgana seems to shake herself out of it, begins to wash. She looks at her friend as she climbs out of the river, and leliana almost doesn't hear the quiet "Thank you."
After she has dried off and dressed herself, she walks back into camp, looking for the Warden, but finds her absent at the campfire. Wynne gestures silently to Alistair's tent, and she looks over to see the silhouette of a woman, sitting cross-legged and silent in candlelight.
Keeping vigil, perhaps.