[At Lavellan's voice, she turns, watching him pull... something out of himself. As the perspiration drips down his face, she feels the air strain with tension, as if she's moving through molasses.
At the last possible moment, she lets go of Chara's wrists, rolling out of the situation, panting at the sudden effort it takes to move.
Pulling herself over to Lavellan, she takes stock of his injuries, supporting his weight with her own.]
What did you do?
[Trust of an ally in a tight situation is one thing — but she still wants an explanation.]
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At the last possible moment, she lets go of Chara's wrists, rolling out of the situation, panting at the sudden effort it takes to move.
Pulling herself over to Lavellan, she takes stock of his injuries, supporting his weight with her own.]
What did you do?
[Trust of an ally in a tight situation is one thing — but she still wants an explanation.]