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[eolasemah]

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[eolasemah]

[Sina nods, offering a smile, though it's a bit tired.]

Shall I join you on the crystals as well?

[mythalenaste]

That was the intent. If you would.

[eolasemah]

[Briefly, Sina looks as though she might say more. Then, having taken a breath as though to speak, she simply sighs it out into a melancholy smile. She looks down, and takes a bite of her roll.]

[mythalenaste]

[Pel watches her a moment, then nudges her with a shoulder. Clearly, something is wrong.]

Hey. You all right?

[eolasemah]

[Sina nods as she chews, though she doesn't seem to mean it. A few moments later, she looks up, meeting Pel's eyes.]

I'd just... like to see one of these places for myself. [Her melancholy smile returns.] Someday.

[mythalenaste]

[There's a long pause. After a moment of thought, Pel coughs.]

Well. It's the Deep Roads. There would be darkspawn. But...how do you feel? I mean, do you think you could do that?

[eolasemah]

[It's such a difficult question to answer, particularly when no one ever seems to agree with Sina on how she should be feeling.]

I don't know.

[She bites her lower lip.] So much could go wrong... [It's possible she's looking for an excuse to be talked into it, despite her reservations.]

[mythalenaste]

Like you being left in Skyhold for months on end, never to see any other part of the world? [Maybe for the rest of her life.]

[eolasemah]

[Caught in her negativity, Sina gives a weak laugh, and shrugs her shoulders. Pel has a point.]
Well... as long as we... provision for it, I suppose. [For the possibility of her sudden incapacitation or death.]

[mythalenaste]

Is that what you want?

[eolasemah]

[A pause, then a small, hopeful smile.]

...yes.

[mythalenaste]

Then that's what we'll do. Maybe if you're all right by the end of it, we can start taking you on other missions.