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22nd of Justinian, evening, Crystal

[ombranera]

Morrigan-

There has been an attempt on Leliana's life. Some manner of poison. She is stable and we are attempting to sort out who did this and how best to cure her. For the moment she is with the healers.

[arcaneadvisor]

[The breath goes out of her, a quiet gasp; wherever she is she has to force herself to remain standing, her heart in her throat.

The only thing worse would be Kieran.]

No. [Her voice is a croak before she finds it, before the anger, the vehemence come into it.] No. Where is she? Who is with her? How-- how bad, Zevran?

[ombranera]

Yes.

[ It is the truth, it is the world, and he will not shy away from this. Nor shall she once the shock settles. For all their lives have been similar- Zevran has been better able to cut away himself and focus on the target.

There is not one at the moment, but the cutting keeps him from losing hope. HE must focus. They must focus. ]

With the healers, it is a poison I have never seen before. One that reacts with magic. Tevinter in origin, or so I heard.

[arcaneadvisor]

[Later she'll be grateful. When this isn't a great stone she cannot lift that already crushes the ait from her lungs, when she can draw breath without it being such a struggle.]

Tevinter? Do they suspect Venatori involvement then? [A reprisal for her eluvian? Were they biding their time? Did it take so long to get what they needed, to get close enough?] When you say it reacts with magic...it…

[She almost cannot say it but she must.]

Did it hurt her? When they tried to heal her with spells?

[ombranera]

That would be my assumption- but there has been some truly awful poetry posted about that might be a clue. It smells of some manner of assassin house though I cannot think of any that uses poetry-

Let me correct myself. I know of none that uses awful poetry.

[ Some use quite artful poems, yes, but nothing this juvenile. ]

From what I heard healing magic seemed to cause her pain. I did not linger to see more.

[arcaneadvisor]

I only came into contact with bards who made attempt on mine or Celene's life in Orlais, that was all. This must have been planned if there are copies - will one be easy to obtain?

[Perhaps she shouldn't but she must, just to make sure there isn't something she might know, some clue she'll understand.]

Where is she now? I must go to her, I cannot leave her, not now, Zevran she was hurting already when she came to me.

[ombranera]

Being tended to. As soon as they are certain they have her well? I assume they will move her back to her chambers. Seeing her now would only hurt you both, Morrigan- why do you think I am not with her myself?

[ It cuts at him to think that it should be the last he sees- her sprawled and bruised and struggling for breath, the disarray of her chambers. But he must, and does, harden his heart to focus on the work.

Retribution. ]

[arcaneadvisor]

So I am to sit here and do nothing?

[And she cannot even be angry. She can only hurt, holding back the tears as she keeps her voice from rising too much - there's Kieran to consider, and she'll need to go to him, hold him tight so she knows he's real and safe too. At least she can do that while she waits, while it tears her to pieces.]

[ombranera]

Until she is fit for visitors- yes.

[ He swallows- a thickness to his voice that he tries to hammer down. ]

It will not be pretty when you can see her again. This poison- you must consider if it is what you would wish to remember of her should the worst come to pass.

[arcaneadvisor]

[She could almost laugh; what was pretty in her life? What did she grow up with - a mother who used men until nothing was left, looking to Morrigan to do the same as she grew into her body. Who used her as bait for Templars who met lock her up at best, kill her at worst? A woman who sent her to bed with tales that chilled her to the bone?

The knowledge that everything in her life was to ready her for the day she was to be possessed? What in her life wasn't ugly until she stepped free of that swamp beneath a Blight-darkened sky?]

I have not flinched from that, and I will not leave her alone. Not now. She has been alone too long. If this...if the worst comes to pass? I will be there and she shan't be alone. I am strong enough for that.

[ombranera]

Of course, I never doubted that. [ Not once. He simply was uncertain of the depth of their association- friends? Yes. But this...this is sentiment deeper still than that.

If only he had it in him to be smug. ]

As soon as she is fit for visitors I shall send for you- and make it plain that you and she are not to be disturbed unless you call for a healer.