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[eolasemah]

For letters, personal conversations, PSLs, and pipe bombs.

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[eolasemah]

[She hesitates, her breathing shaky.]

I'm fine.

[she's lying]

[dalishious]

You were with Pel. I know what happened.

[eolasemah]

[An overt quaver in her voice, the small wheeze of a restrained sob.]

I don't want to talk about it.

[dalishious]

You don't have to.

[ A short pause. ]

Will you let me play you some music?

[eolasemah]

[A long pause, then a timid response:]

Yes.

[dalishious]

[ There are some sounds of movement as Merrick grabs his guitar and makes himself comfortable. Then a melody starts, bright and encouraging, played with the hope that it'll translate across their distance. ]

[eolasemah]

[Although Sina doesn't verbally respond again, as she listens, her breathing gradually slows until she is clearly asleep. If nothing else, he managed to give her that much comfort.]