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Lavellan
Lavellan peered discreetly around the building, checking to see if the group had already entered the structure, carefully so they wouldn't see her. Her hair cascaded down like a curtain of white. Her eyes fixed on the entrance, showcasing that curious blend of colors within them.
That elf… she almost caught her, she realized, swallowing hard.
How was it possible, when she had concealed her presence so effectively?
She looked at the prosthetic on her left arm, as she always did when she wanted to think or when she felt nervous, frowning.
Her logic was simple. She didn't want to intrude on the team since she had come to the city more out of a heart's impulse than logic. When she saw Varric and Harding, a swell of joy surged in her chest at reuniting with her friends, but she didn't dare greet them.
Not as she was now.
Since losing the anchor, she had tried to withdraw as much as possible, making only small, occasional, and necessary visits to various places. Most of the time she directed the Inquisition from her quarters, withdrawn, furious with herself. Like a wild animal that didn't know what it felt.
She couldn't face her friends like that. She didn't want to ruin the image they had of her. That image of the leader she was.
Lavellan shook her head, snapping out of her stupor, and silently made her way toward the building entrance, fists clenched, adjusting her hood to cover her hair.
She followed the group from a distance, keeping a prudent space between them.
The walls were adorned with elven murals, depicting various representations from different times, alongside statues of wolves that seemed to stare at her intently. She averted her gaze from them, her heart leaping but filled with sadness.
She knew who they represented. And she didn't want to delve deeply into it.
Further ahead, she saw the team manage to advance to a room where there was…
Her breath caught sharply as she peeked around the corner. Her eyes widened abruptly, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
An eluvian. A damned eluvian.
The last time she had seen an eluvian was… when Solas betrayed her. He left her.
He abandoned her.
Anxiety surged in her chest. In all these years, she hadn't seen one again. Nor did she want to.
She clenched her hands, the clash of her metallic fingers echoing, reminding her of the damned prosthetic. She began to hyperventilate.
No, no, no. Not like this. You're not going to control me, she thought desperately.
Drawing on what she didn't have, she moved forward. She reached the eluvian room just as the group passed through it together.
Lavellan arrived at the eluvian's height. She swallowed nervously. She raised her left hand, shining under the light of the Eluvian. She slowly passed through it, her heart racing at a thousand miles per hour.
This time she had to stop Solas. She had to make him reconsider.
She couldn't let her friends down.
She couldn't let herself down.