And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you.

[neverheardofhim]

[This week, Varric opted to take a page from Vanille’s book. Gathering everyone together after the roller-coaster that the first trial had been proved to be somewhat cathartic for himself. He hoped that it would prove to do the same for the others.]

[He wasn’t alone, of course, having found himself blessed with the most ragtag team of chefs and party-planners. He might have had words for and thoughts on Elda and Kimbley, Mikazuki was welcome company, and he wasn’t about to turn away potential allies, even in a fight as simple as cooking dinner.]

[Once everyone’s set to a task, baking a cake, brewing tea, or stirring stew (the only task Varric could think to assign Elda to), Varric excused himself to his room. His first task was writing up cards, each personally titled and signed by Varric.]

Food in the Library. 5 p.m. Don’t spend the night alone.

[Each note was slid under a door and accompanied by a single rap on the wood.]

[With his tasks completed, Varric returned to the kitchen to put out any potential fires and, with luck, set the food out. A table in the library would be adorned with plenty of tea, cake, pancakes courtesy of Viktor, and stew thanks mostly to Varric (sorry, Elda).]

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[oyashiromama]

[She shakes her head as she cries. It won't be alright, it can't. But almost instinctively, she leans against Mercy.]

[modernmedicine]

[There's nothing she can say to that. Instead, she pulls Hanyuu into a hug.]

[oyashiromama]

[And she'll accept it, and just cry for awhile. Hopefully the other woman doesn't mind.]

[modernmedicine]

[She doesn't mind one bit.]

[oyashiromama]

[It's...some time before it dies down enough for her to speak? But if Mercy is content with it...]

I- I told her... I would be there...for her. I-I told her...she could talk to me.