[ There's a tension in the air as Arthur makes his way through the throngs of people to the infirmary, uneasy stares and watchful eyes fixed on the book in his hand. Despite having vouched for the man, even the Inquisitor's attention is hawklike as he looks from Arthur to Cullen. The Commander offers a solemn nod, short and hopefully reassuring — though perhaps the hand still resting on the pommel of his sword might allay more of the Inquisitor's uncertainty; Cullen is nearby, ready to act if this happens to bite them in the ass, but... he'd rather it didn't come to that.
(But he's seen the worst of magic, and he's far less willing to blindly trust something new and unfamiliar, even if what Arthur has offered is help.
Unfortunately, their options are exceedingly limited at this point.)
He isn't the only one watching intently as light and shapes begin to emanate from Arthur's book, and though they all seem stiff, on their guard, no one moves forward to stop him or take the codex away. Instead, they let the spell do its work, and much to the relief of everyone still in the infirmary, they can see Sera's wound closing over.
After a few drawn-out moments, the light vanishes and Sera slumps with relief back against her bedroll. ]
Think I'll keep everyone else on the pointy end next time, yeah?
[ There's a communal sigh as the near-palpable tension starts to dissipate, and the Inquisitor returns to Sera's side to check on her as Cullen turns his attention back to Arthur and the proffered book. ]
... Well, then.
[ Cullen reaches out to take the tome (because while he's impressed, he's not inclined to let Arthur keep it just yet). ]
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(But he's seen the worst of magic, and he's far less willing to blindly trust something new and unfamiliar, even if what Arthur has offered is help.
Unfortunately, their options are exceedingly limited at this point.)
He isn't the only one watching intently as light and shapes begin to emanate from Arthur's book, and though they all seem stiff, on their guard, no one moves forward to stop him or take the codex away. Instead, they let the spell do its work, and much to the relief of everyone still in the infirmary, they can see Sera's wound closing over.
After a few drawn-out moments, the light vanishes and Sera slumps with relief back against her bedroll. ]
Think I'll keep everyone else on the pointy end next time, yeah?
[ There's a communal sigh as the near-palpable tension starts to dissipate, and the Inquisitor returns to Sera's side to check on her as Cullen turns his attention back to Arthur and the proffered book. ]
... Well, then.
[ Cullen reaches out to take the tome (because while he's impressed, he's not inclined to let Arthur keep it just yet). ]
Perhaps thanks are in order.
[ They most certainly are. ]