(Fifteen years now since his Joining, give or take a few months. Every time a letter arrives from Cousland, his heart seizes as he imagines what it might say: I couldn't find a cure in time. I'm headed for the Deep Roads.)
He closes his eyes; unconsciously hugs Cullen a little harder.
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There's nothing Alistair can say to that.
(Fifteen years now since his Joining, give or take a few months. Every time a letter arrives from Cousland, his heart seizes as he imagines what it might say: I couldn't find a cure in time. I'm headed for the Deep Roads.)
He closes his eyes; unconsciously hugs Cullen a little harder.