If a rift opened and she fell through it, I can't--
( An exhale, and she sounds so frustrated and so torn. Leaving Emma somewhere alone or hurt or whatever might have happened is horrifying. New and more terrible possibilities have been opened up. )
We do not know, Red. [ There's a harder edge to Adelaide's voice, here. Something cooler, something that is certain even in expressing uncertainty. The voice of a surgeon with a wound and no possible prognosis- so please quit asking and let her work. ] There is no way of knowing.
You wish her safe and fear for her and I understand this, truly I do, but we cannot take the risk of ignoring the shard.
( Quiet and flat, like something in her is curling inward, a leaf or grass peeling away from a flame. Not from Adelaide, really, more like she's twisting some part of herself.
This is Snow's daughter, one of her dearest friends, and she still hasn't found anything after close to a month of searching. And now she's got to cut it short. )
( She tries really, really hard to sound a little less flat, less defeated. To her credit, it sort of works. At least it's gentler, a note of optimism in there and spark, though it doesn't quite manage to make her convince herself that she feels any better about this. )
[ It is not a request and certainly isn't framed as such. Without any true basis or baseline to pull from every deviation from the norm must be treated as an emergency. It has, unfortunately, tipped Adelaide into locking down on work mode- she'll have to speak to Solas as soon as possible. ]
( And maybe that sounds a little more like Ruby and less like the Depression Edition. She really, really doesn't want to make Adelaide feel bad, or act like some kind of brat. The shortcoming is her own, not anyone else's.
She doesn't wait for a reply, just hangs up, because she needs to wallow for a little while. )
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( An exhale, and she sounds so frustrated and so torn. Leaving Emma somewhere alone or hurt or whatever might have happened is horrifying. New and more terrible possibilities have been opened up. )
I hate this.
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You wish her safe and fear for her and I understand this, truly I do, but we cannot take the risk of ignoring the shard.
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( Quiet and flat, like something in her is curling inward, a leaf or grass peeling away from a flame. Not from Adelaide, really, more like she's twisting some part of herself.
This is Snow's daughter, one of her dearest friends, and she still hasn't found anything after close to a month of searching. And now she's got to cut it short. )
I'll head back.
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We will see what it is that causes this and have you out again as soon as possible, yes?
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There's always amputation.
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( and if she only had one hand then doing celebratory jazzhands would become far less likely
not that she does them, of course, but right now she is thinking about it. )
Need anything from Redcliffe before I head back?
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[ Anything more she would have to bring from Val Royeaux later. ]
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( She tries really, really hard to sound a little less flat, less defeated. To her credit, it sort of works. At least it's gentler, a note of optimism in there and spark, though it doesn't quite manage to make her convince herself that she feels any better about this. )
I'll, um. See you soon.
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[ It is not a request and certainly isn't framed as such. Without any true basis or baseline to pull from every deviation from the norm must be treated as an emergency. It has, unfortunately, tipped Adelaide into locking down on work mode- she'll have to speak to Solas as soon as possible. ]
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( And maybe that sounds a little more like Ruby and less like the Depression Edition. She really, really doesn't want to make Adelaide feel bad, or act like some kind of brat. The shortcoming is her own, not anyone else's.
She doesn't wait for a reply, just hangs up, because she needs to wallow for a little while. )