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[tender]

Yes.

The dream doesn't change that.

[wythersake]

You can trust him.

[ and isn't that the trouble with goodness? that the two are not the same. such an amorphous measure: bent to any shape. vague, too vague —

funny, that he might still feel its absence. ]

You're a good healer, Derrica.

[tender]

[ unseen, on the other end of the crystal: a small smile. however— ]

I trust him. And you. I trust that neither of you want to be those men.

[wythersake]

I'm terribly attached to my skin.

[ more seriously: ]

When you dreamed, the things that we spoke of —

[tender]

I won't tell anyone. You don't have to worry about that.

[wythersake]

I'm not.

[ he's a BIT ]

And understand that I am not worried when I ask whether you feel them aware of you, now.

[tender]

Right now? As we speak?

[wythersake]

Oh, no. I'm terribly distracting. It's the sonorous timbre of my voice —

[tender]

Isaac.

[ not unamused, just. serious. ]

I always feel them, the way you'd be aware of someone standing on the other side of a drawn curtain.

[ which derrica must realize sounds less than secure, because she clarifies— ]

I choose to draw it back and invite them forward. And I choose to keep them behind it. I know how that sounds, but it's...a tradition. Something passed down to me that I've managed to keep.

[wythersake]

[ what is dairsmuid? a footnote. a ghost story. the dream was built from it, whatever stolen bricks she's carried. ]

Is it heavy?

[tender]

Sometimes.

[ no ]

Thinner, near a rift, or in places where the veil is failing. Or when I reach for it, to draw it back.

[wythersake]

Ah — rather, is it heavy to keep?

[ tradition. ]

[tender]

[ well, she can't take that admittance back. ]

It shouldn't be.

[ but— ]

It's never a burden. But it reminds me that I am very far from the women who would practice with me, and that I might never find my way back. So in a way it's...it can be harder to attune to it than I remember.

[wythersake]

[ what she should have learned. ah. ]

Do they sense that? The spirits.

[tender]

I don't know. Maybe.

[ it's been a long time since she reached out with such intentions. ]

Isaac, where did you come from before you came here?

[wythersake]

[ a spirit in dairsmuid is not a spirit in kirkwall. the veil, too, owns its strange geography. and yet:

there are no ghosts, he must have told have a dozen others. there are impressions, imitations. memories. surely, some piece of them must carry. ]

Ghislain.

[ it's not how he signs his letters. enchanter of montsimmard. ]

It was — peculiar, to return.

[tender]

Was it very different from what you remembered, or was it the same?

[ and which would be more difficult to be met with? ]

[wythersake]

It would be sweet to say the sky was.

[ but you know. rifts. ruefully, ]

I did not often leave the tower.

[ something something 'attempted murder charge' ]

[tender]

I'm sorry.

[ feels like the right sentiment. ]

Was there anything good there?

[wythersake]

You know, there was this soup on Mondays.

[tender]

[ the urge to ask nothing else? set aside ]

Maybe if you remember enough of it the cooks can recreate it for you.