#WAGS FINGER WHILE WIPING UR BROW

[avrorean]

@weishaupts. "i just need a band-aid and a nap. i'll be fine."

"𝒲rong."

She was, perhaps, too blunt and presumptive in her insistence; Athera may be a Grey Warden, but she was not under Nanna's command. If anything, the Warden-Commander had been the one to accompany her band for this mission. But even so, she was familiar enough in both her skills and the sight of a hero pushing themselves too hard to feel the need to speak.

"Surely you know as well as I, Rook, what it takes to maintain ourselves as Wardens. You cannot afford to simply charge blindly forward like a Bronto in the dark with no notion of physical consequence."

It was familiar, in its way - a group of ill-matched warriors, one way or another, locked in unity against the hopeless threat of a god? Less assassination attempts in this turning wheel of history, perhaps, but even so. Nostalgia would threaten to overwhelm her if she did not push it aside for the task at hand.

Perhaps out of instinct, Nanna reached up to brush the bangs back from Athera's forehead and let her fingers rest there a moment, checking for fever. No sign of an infection as of yet, at least. "I must insist that you add a meal to that order. A poultice would do you no harm either. And then proceed onward with your plan to take a nap."