-- Solas squeezed his hand. "I was supposed to save you," he said miserably. "If I'd just gotten here sooner..."

-- his face while Maggie examined his legs grimly. His injuries weren't looking good, and everyone knew it.

"I'll be damned if you didn't actually pull me out," Vail said weakly, with the faint twinge of a humorous smirk. "You've got a resourceful friend, here. She'll take good care of you." --

The building collapsed just as Solas followed them out. Debris flung dangerously close to his back, but he wasn't concerned about that right now. He rushed to Vail's side, where Maggie had gently rested his head on an indented rock. He knelt on the ground next to his head, choosing to focus on --

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"Why do we have to fight? Couldn't we just... be friends?"

//he'd give a valiant effort. but no. <3

Natalie's very life has been a matter of contention since before her earliest memories. Born to an unstable, cruel-hearted mother and a weak-willed father, she was raised in the stronghold of a secretive cult for the first few months of her life.

-- be popped back in, we can do that right here. But I'll take you to the clinic either way. And..."

Solas turned to look at him with a frown. "Don't worry about my boss. My job isn't your responsibility. I'll handle that."

Ignoring his insistence that Solas not fret over him, Solas stepped in to fret over him.

"You said your shoulder is bothering you?" he asked, reaching out to touch it with intent to gauge just how bad the injury is. A dislocation or perhaps just a bruise? It was hard to tell.

"If it needs to --

-- surface of the rock.

"Pull him out!" Solas ordered Maggie. He couldn't see the extent of the damage from where he stood lifting the chunk of concrete that had trapped his friend. "We're gonna save you, buddy!"

-- crushed.

The sound of the building creaking and buckling almost covered Vail's cries. Whatever they were moving was holding up parts of the building. The whole thing could crash down around them any second, and Vail was fading fast. Blood pooled where his mangled legs had flattened to the --

Spotting a smaller chunk of brick on the ground, Solas picked that up and braced it under the wood shaft that Maggie had found. With great effort, they lifted the rubble together.

As the weight shifted, Vail cried out. With the pressure gone, feeling and pain rushed into his legs. They'd been --

-- broke away shyly as he asked. "Would... it be inappropriate for me to tag along?"

Then he looked back up at Lat's unreadable expression to quickly add, "I won't slow you down, and I won't get in the way. I just want to study and help gather, if you need it."

-- studies of the flora and fauna of this world had paid off. An extra set of hands to help gather couldn't hurt, he could practice identifying plants, and there was a lot he could stand to learn from the others. Plus, a little extra time with his dear friend was always tempting.

Solas's eyes --

He’d intended to bring supplies of his own, but as warmer weather rolled in, perhaps it wouldn’t be necessary. A mildly dangerous expedition into the nearby wilds intrigued him more, especially if Lantana would be going. This could pose a chance to put his knowledge to the test, to see if all his --

-- He'd enjoyed it while it lasted.

"I feel better," he sighed. "Rested. I've got a clearer head. Thank you."

Solas started to reach out and touch her hand. But he stopped himself, choosing instead to pull away at the last second.

She'd chosen to stay out of concern for him, not obligation? Solas's chest warmed with fondness. She really was sweeter than any elf he'd ever met.

His leg, partially warmed by her closeness, tingled a little in response to her presence. He ached to be held by her again, but the moment was over. --

//i've never thought about this, but yeah he is, actually. he loves to wake up with the sun with some minty lemon tea, especially on days off. (he's more likely to oversleep on work days lol)

"I hear their voices..."

Spilling a basket of mushrooms all over @daggerfallen.bsky.social ‘s feet. Whether he gathered them himself or borrowed them without permission remained to be seen.

“Jeez, sorry, ma’am! Let me just…”

Dropping every other one he picked up.

“I can- Shit. Sorry. I’ve got this.”

-- have medicine?"

Hearing that the honey was mostly for Lantana shot the task up to the top of his priority list. If Lat didn't have sweets, they didn't eat enough. It was imperative that they had access.

"Jar of honey," Solas echoed with deadly seriousness. "Got it. I'll bring it tomorrow. Does the apothecary --

-- Either way, I can't leave you behind in good conscience. Are you bleeding anywhere?"

--unsafe to complete a sensitive delivery here now. He'd have to find something to cover the wagon with on his way back.

"But you're hurt," he noted. "And it's kind of my fault. If you really did save my life, then thank you. And I'm sorry I yelled. But if you're lying to me, then fuck you. --

-- bolt.

"...I think I'll choose to take your word on what happened in the lighthouse," Solas said, sparing another reassuring glance at the box in the wagon. If it couldn't be delivered, he'd rather return to work with the package than with no package at all. Even if the boy was lying, it was --

Solas glanced back at the wagon with the box still inside, uncovered and out in the open. The twiggy boy was right; it was quite valuable, so Solas didn't want to leave it unattended where a certain stealth archer, who'd already discerned the importance of the package, could easily take it and --

— the package, he would’ve left him in the tide puddle.

But, despite his clear willingness to kill, Solas did not believe him to be immediately dangerous. He was still on edge, still paying attention to the archer’s every move, but he was willing to hear him out.

— offering a hand to help him up.

“…How do I know you’re telling the truth? How can I know you don’t plan to kill me too?”

It was the archer’s initial relieved expression, and the desperation to explain that made Solas ask outright. If he truly thought he was lying and planned to kill Solas for —

Solas hardly processed the boy’s words until he tumbled into the ravine. His face changed then, only slightly. The rage in his eyes softened to a steely scrutinizing gaze. Instead of continuing to shout, the muscles in his cheek flexed as he clenched his jaw.

He hesitated for a long time before —

-- what you just fucking did?!" As he shouted, Solas shoved the perpetrator's chest. Not hard, but enough to make him stumble back.

-- crossing the grass to get in the stranger's face. Solas could've gotten shot with that bow, but he wasn't thinking about that right now. Right now, his goal was to let this sneaky vermin know 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 what he'd fucked up.

"Who are you working for?! What do you want with this box?! Do you know --