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A:

There's a new face at Skyhold, and the mage in the violet robes is taking a moment to get his bearings in the mountain stronghold. Checking out the stables, the tavern, everywhere that is open for the kind-of public and new recruits. Even though his robes are obviously Orlesian (being ostentatious and flashy as they are, a fabric that's not even available to find and probably does little to no actual good), he seems very down to earth and charming, for a mage.

B:

He has nothing but utmost respect for the non-mage surgeon who tends to the Inquisition's wounded. But he closes his eyes and summons up a brilliant blue healing light around his hands, letting it surge forward and wrap around the wound, knitting skin and bone back together and purging all fever. Whether you're the patient or just somebody who happens to see it, Spirit Healing is a pretty uncommon sight, and a pretty beautiful one.

C:

North is useless at tromping around the wilderness. Please save him from tripping over his own robes and falling ass over teakettle into a bear. He may be about the same size as a bear but it definitely has him beat in bulk. Or help this man start a fire. Basically just protect him. He is a delicate circle mage.

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Fenris shows up as Skyhold bleeding on the back of a scout's mount. They'd found him passed out in the snow, bleeding and with several broken bones. they'd sent him to the healer as they sent word to Hawke that her companion was here.

Unfortunatly her message of 'don't send him to the Spirit Healer' was not received in time.

The only thing Fenris sees when he wakes is blond hair and a faint blue glow hovering over the gash just above his right eye.

His markings flair as he hits the offending ~~healing~~ hand away. He tries to sit up, but the pain in his torso sends him right back into the mattress.

[Luckily, North has the patience of a saint when it comes to troublesome patients. The glow disappears immediately at the flash of light, and through his still-active bond with Trust he can feel a flash of curiosity in response. Now he was curious, too, for that matter.

But he sits back next to the bedside, putting aside his own curiosity for the greater good of his patient.]

Shh, you're badly injured. Let me help you.

[The voice is different, and that is what calms him more than anything. Well, calm is a strong word. He doesn't feel like immediatly killing this healer now.

That can change at any moment though.

The lyrium brands slowly dim as he takes in the man sitting above him.]

Who are you? Where am I?

[He sounds way more hostile than he needs to. Too be fair the last thing he remembers is being set upon by demons, so he's still rather on edge.]

[North gives him a soft smile, unaffected by his ire though maybe a little by dat voice doe]

You're in Skyhold, home of the Inquisition. Our scouts brought you here injured, so that we could treat you.

I'm North- one of the Inquisition's volunteers.

[Fenris tries to sit up again and is marginally more successful this time, making it up onto his elbows with only minimal grimacing.]

Where is Hawke?

[He came here at her request, she must be somewhere.]

[North tries not to roll his eyes at the display of stubbornness.]

She's coming, last I heard. I'm just a healer, I don't get to read messages from people as important as Hawke.

[He tries to sound casual and disarming.]

I doubt she'd like to see you still injured when the Inquisition has resources to heal you.

May I heal you?

[Okay, that is a reasonable response, if not an annoying one.

Fenris narrows his eyes.]

Since when do mages ask before using their powers?

Since their patients slapped their hands away upon waking.

I won't touch you without your consent, Ser.

[Fenris' eyes somehow narrow more without actually closing.]

You'd be the first.

[If North is paying close enough attention he may notice the elf's arms are beginning to tremble under the strain of keeping himself up]

[He notices. But he Just fucking Promised not to touch him, he's not going to go back on that.

Plus, whatever the idiot does to himself North can fix whenever he's allowed to heal him.]

Not the last, I hope.

Would you feel better if I tried to explain what I was doing?

[He can stay like this for days]

I have a sinking feeling you will be.

[He stares at North for another moment, then imagines Hawke's nagging if she arrived and found out he'd refused healing.

Welp, at least this one isn't an abomination, right?

Fenris flops back on the bed, his arms finally giving out]

Fine.

[North winces when the elf flops back against the cot. He has a feeling that that probably hurts.]

I'm going to draw on my bond with my friend, Trust, now, so that I can set these broken ribs.

[His voice is calm and level, and he waits until he sees some kind of assent from Fenris.

If he's one of Hawke's companions he, uh, knew. That other guy. With the spirit healing. The one who Fucked Up Hardcore.]

[~~you would be correct in that assumption, yes~~

Fenris' dark eyebrows shoot up into his hair line and he almost recoils away from North. As it is his muscles visible tense under his skin. When he speaks his voice is a snarl.]

Your friend wouldn't happen to be a demon, would they?

[Annnnnd that was why he didn't reach out yet. Or actually call to Trust.]

No, he wouldn't.

[Plain and simple, in the tone of "Do no harm but take no shit."]

May I?

[Fenris weighs his options. On the one hand he could take the healing and run the risk of being indebted to a mage. A mage with another fucking tag-a-long spirit, of course.

On the other hand he can already hear Hawke's nagging voice. 'Fenris, why didn't you get healed?' 'Fenris, not all mages are bad' 'Fenris, he's won't hurt you.' 'Fenris, suck it up']

Fine. But only the worst of the injuries.

Deal.

[North closes his eyes in concentration, hands held out over (but not touching) Fenris. A soft blue glow, almost lavender, surrounds his hands, flickering shyly when it meets Fenris' tattoos.

But then the magic starts to do its job, providing a warm, gentle pain relief as it dives in and knits bone back together, puts blood back where it belongs, and does a quick run through Fenris' veins to make sure all systems check out.

All throughout, it's only the mage's arms that glow. Not his eyes, not his face, the power of the Fade only dancing across his skin, not breaking through it.]

[This was certianly...different. He sees the magic flicker, as if unsure of what to do with the lyrium in his skin. Fenris remembers Ander's magic doing much the same thing the first few times the mage healed him like this (as opposed to boosts from half-way across the battle field).

The warm, pain relief almost makes it worse though. He'd feel better if it did hurt so it's be easier to stay tense, stay angry at the magic even though it was helping him. Fenris is angry at his body for wanting to relax in the rush of relief it provides but is powerless to stop his muscle from growing lax.

He lets out an involuntary sigh and shuts his eyes for a brief moment as he feels the magic coursing through him. The lyrium lights in waves as North's magic checks through all of his systems.]

Well?

[His voice doesn't have the same bite as it did before. Now that he no longer has the pain to keep him away Fenris notices how tired he actually is.]

[Satisfied, the glow fades from North's arms and he opens his eyes from the trance-like state that he'd been in, a little groggy as he left Trust behind and came back from the Fade.

He smiles, a little tiredly.]

I'd take it easy for tonight, but you should be good as new in the morning.

[That wasn't so bad, was it?]

[Fenris continues to stare at the mage.]

That was...different from other healings.

[He says, completely ignoring the other's comment.]

Was it?

[Not sarcastically at all.]

When you mentioned the...Spirit I expected a different demeanor You seemed very peaceful.

[He says the word 'Spirit' as if it difficult to not call it a demon again.]

[North brushes his hand through his hair. Having been a Circle-trained Spirit Healer, he's used to being treated like he's a time bomb.]

It is. Peaceful, I mean. It can be incredibly dangerous without training and experience, but with enough practice it's...like calling on a good friend to lend you a hand.

[To be fair, Fenris treats all mages like time bombs ~~especially blond healers with spirit 'friends'~~]

A friend who just so happens to not have a body. And who may take over your body at any time.

I want to trap him on this side of the Fade as much as he wants to be trapped here. Trust is a two-way street, Ser.

[You know, not to make a pun- ...he just made a pun out of his spirit friend.]

[His eyes narrow]

I was under the impression all beings in the Fade wished to enter our world.

[Look at him, not calling them demons. Progress]

Actually, most of them are perfectly content where they are. It's just that the ones who do want to enter our world give the rest of them a bad reputation.

[He'll fucking stan for his friend all night if you want, Fenris let's go]

Wait, he does not already inhabit your mind?

[There is genuine confusion in his voice. Not too much, can't seem vunerable!]

No, he doesn't. We only really see each other when I walk the Fade in my dreams. That's why I have to go into a trancelike state to call on my bond with him.

Very different then... [Fenris mutters the statment under his breath, as if North is not suppose to hear. He wonders how much this man knows of Anders and his abilities.]

I should thank you for your assistence.

[North only knows what he's heard - that an abomination calling himself a Spirit Healer brought down a Chantry and started a war in the name if a spirit called Justice.

It couldn't be more different, as far as he's concerned.]

It's no trouble at all. I'm glad that I could help.

[Sensing no other questions, he stands up, patting the cot next to Fenris.]</small. Get some rest. I'll be back around to give you another check in a few hours - no more magic, I promise.

[Fenris meerly nods and lays down. If the man wanted to hurt him, he would have done so when he was unconscious. He is also incredibly tired, so he lays down without further protest and falls into a light sleep]

[In her two years of wandering through the wilderness and generally being in hiding with her lover, Hawke has met and helped plenty of fresh apostates lost in the woods. This isn't quite the same thing, since they've just been sent out here by the Inquisition to scout and stock up on elfroot, but the least she can do is make sure he doesn't accidentally make friends with the deadly wildlife.]

For someone with a compass around his neck and the name North your sense of direction leaves a bit to be desired.

[North has to hike up his robes above his boots to step over a tree root that juts impudently out of the ground.]

I'm afraid they stopped teaching Astronomy in the Circle before I got there.

I'm starting to think the Inquisition is sending me out like this for comic relief.

I'm not sure the Seeker has that much of a sense of humor. [Hawke, unburdened by snow-soaked robes, leaps over the next tree root in their way with no small amount of grace and finesse.]

Pity about that. My sister would have loved to learn it.

[Snow is shitty and awful. There is no snow in Ghislain.

Or in Kinloch, really, for that matter.]

I'm sure we have a dusty tome somewhere that has the basics. That's just one tome that I haven't gotten around to reading yet.

[He's trying to sound like he's not slightly awed at being in the presence of the Champion.]

[Snow and nature be damned, Hawke is walking backwards to talk to him now. She's grinning cheekily, blue eyes brighter than they were when she was stuck in that dank castle.]

Just the one? My, you have been busy.

[He's so lucky he's not straight.

That's pretty much the only thought that runs through his head at that moment, towering over her and meeting her blue eyes.]

You can get a lot of reading done in 23 years.

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