#[.:. chantcftrials; wounded ellana verse .:.];

[ellana-lavellan-rp]

❝ Be still. You’re too wounded to move… ❞ (from SENTENCE STARTERS | FIRE EMBLEM : HEROES)

(( my poor ellana is always getting injured, the reckless woman. i love it lol. set sometime after they get to skyhold, after renovations are completed <3 ))

Ellana supposed she should be used to making foolish mistakes by now. It was a mistake that had gotten her the anchor in the first place - her cursed heart making her intervene when good sense had told her to stay put, let the human die - and it was a mistake not having Solas in her party as they hunted the Northern Hunter that had woken after they drained the lake in Crestwood.

Why hadn't she brought him?

She had thought they'd have no need of a healer.

Overconfidence, her Keeper had always scolded, recklessness.

Cassandra, Varric, Dorian, and her - a warrior and three ranged; she thought it would be simple, easy even, like their jaunt with the Fereldan Frostback (how her blood had soared after that victory).

Valor had sung in her hand, spirit blade of white-hot blue, and the battle had commenced. The plan had been no different to the last time; Dorian and Varric attacking from a distance, and herself and Cassandra up close.

It had all been fine... until it hadn't.

They were close to defeating it, Ellana had been able to tell; almost - one more thrust of her spirit blade upwards into its soft underbelly -

then blinding pain, everywhere, as one of it's long horns stabbed through her chest in its death thrall (why hadn't she been faster).

"Inquisitor!" She had heard Cassandra scream, and she had knew no more.

-x-

She stirred from the darkness suddenly, settling down when she heard a familiar voice soothe her.

Be still, you're too wounded to move...

"C-commander," she croaked, blue eyes cracking open to Cullen Rutherford's imposing figure across from her in the infirmary. "what-"

happened...

"Oh." She coughed briefly, throat sore, the fight returning to her quickly - chest seizing with pain. Ellana winced, looking down at the bandage that was currently wrapped around her tightly; it must have been a terrible wound to not be healed completely yet. "The others.. they're alright?"