[ There are a lot of reasons she hadn't gone to see him. There are a lot of reasons she hadn't gone to see anybody. For a week, she'd kept her door shut and locked, had cried and raged and slept and paced alone, or, with only her dog for company. It had been a necessary evil, because she couldn't pretend that everything was all right after... what had happened. After dying in Wonderland so soon after what Leliana had told her. The idea of feigning happiness in an effort that she almost never had to make seemed insurmountable.
It had passed, or had... lessened. Then, she'd had to leave, to stalk the halls and get out of her room, out of her own head, and... here she is. Here they are. Of course Alistair would find her, because this had been his place of refuge, after all, and... though she wants to, she can't feel bad for occupying it. It's relaxing and reassuring, somehow, just as he'd said, and lying in the grass is easier than anything else at the moment.
When he offers his hand, instead of rising up and taking it, she slips her hand in his and gently tugs him downward, silently asking him to join her in the grass. ]
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It had passed, or had... lessened. Then, she'd had to leave, to stalk the halls and get out of her room, out of her own head, and... here she is. Here they are. Of course Alistair would find her, because this had been his place of refuge, after all, and... though she wants to, she can't feel bad for occupying it. It's relaxing and reassuring, somehow, just as he'd said, and lying in the grass is easier than anything else at the moment.
When he offers his hand, instead of rising up and taking it, she slips her hand in his and gently tugs him downward, silently asking him to join her in the grass. ]