Second.

[trustwellness]

A week's distance from the last death seems to have helped some of you, seems to have calmed things down somewhat; the presence of a new floor has helped a little in that endeavor as well – things are a little less claustrophobic, a little more open. Of course, for others things haven't been going as smoothly; between the odd dreams that you've all been experiencing and the Wordsmith's incentive, the added space may just be encouraging distance between you and your fellow Apprentices. It seems that only time will tell how things will progress from here. Friday morning comes, and with it comes the brightening of the lights throughout the University – though it seems there's something a bit wrong with the second floor in that regard. Namely, the workshop remains dark. That's probably going to be a problem. >Explore?

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[neverheardofhim]

[For a moment, Varric's hands remained on Killia. He glanced up, studying the man's face for a quiet moment. While he had his doubts, the man's demeanor had seemed to have changed. And if this whole thing was meant to be a blighted trust exercise...]

[He let go, hands falling to his sides, and stepped out of the way. His gaze shot up to Mikazuki, hoping that, should anything happen, he would stand ready to step back in. It didn't take long for his eyes to find their way back to Killia, however.]

Agreed. [He paused.] Better yet, I can shake up something to eat. Let us do the cooking for a change.

[deofoled]

[ Thankfully it doesn't seem like Killia has any intention of going rogue, and he steps away from the doorway once he's released.]

I don't care. [ And then to Varric:] Make what you want, I'm not hungry.

[ Those words said, he's going to start to walk off...somewhere. He doesn't have a destination in mind, but he doesn't want to be near the workshop anymore.]