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[trustwellness]

The past five days have come and gone, though exactly how easily they've done so is debatable; some have been trying to press onward in their optimism and faith that things will get better, while some seem convinced that things will only go downhill from here. However people have chosen to see it, though, clearly this week hasn't been all bad – after all, attempts at encouraging unity among the group seem to have been at least reasonably successful. ...Seem to have been. Friday dawns like the rest of the week before it – the clock chimes the hour at seven, the doors to the kitchen and the mail room unlock, and the building is quiet. It would seem that maybe the night passed reasonably quietly – were it not for the large red smears on the walls and floor of the southeastern side of the dormitory. It looks like somebody decided to be a damn overachiever and took some initiative of their own. >Explore?

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[neverheardofhim]

[Varric will put his faith in modern medicine, likely for the first time in his life (Thanks Mercy). Nevertheless, he peered around her, trying to ignore the quiver in his hands.]

[Not her. Anyone but her. She had someone to save, for Andraste's sake.]

[modernmedicine]

I'm so sorry. I'll do what I can for her, but it doesn't look good.

[neverheardofhim]

[He looked up at her, opening his mouth to say something. His body lurched to the side, and for a second, he set to wracking his brains for everything he had learned when writing his novels. He reached out, then clenched it into a fist and dropped it.]

[Smarter people, people like Angela, could take care of it for now. He gave a tight nod to her and turned from the room for the time being.]