Honeyed Pasture Water stings the lungs

ee we did it! good job <3

This weight upon her marred spine; so different from—
—but it was more drapery than anything, tattered; fraying at the edges as she herself had once been. Still; she let her elder rest upon her as she gained the bearings of her cardinal points. The waif lingered, though, even as the other managed to ease away from her stilted figure, even with her reassurances.

Her own step was light; as if retracing those of some tentative waltz. Her story ... no, she would ask after why the sea had spurned her so. Later; much later, aftwr she had been shown some manner of accommodation and Andraste would be able to gather some properties for her ailments.

The silver would allow her to lie amongst her mists for however long she needed;
and should she choose to drift from them without notion, then ... all would remain well.