#oc: Liall Lavellan

[broodwoof]

long post sorry not sorry. this isn't all of my ocs, but it's all the ones i've made in either the dai or davg cc

in order:

cyren lavellan - delwyn lavellan - nessa lavellan - jadal cadash (ik i still have to make a post about her but i love her) - daw aldwir - veryl ingevellar - liall talas (au warden dao era)

bonus delwyn as my inky in davg (i tried so hard....)

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Woah liall drawing from last school year? Yea. Here is. She.

She just wants a nap and people to stop calling her the "herald of andraste."

She is. Just a friend. Even my little cousin agrees she is jsut a friend.

[an-incompetent-inquisitor]

wow okay bringing this blog back--

so basically, I have two ideas for what I want to happen to Liall after trespasser. The first is that she’s fine. She just kinda... She still hunts for Solas, but she spends more time living her own life. She would more “sponsor” the protagonist of da4 if you will, providing help from afar.

The second ending? She ends up obsessed with finding him. She neglects relationships, goes all out into trying to find and stop him. She didn’t want to kill him, but as time passes, that anger festers. She would never truly heal from the fact that she was just a pawn, a toy that Solas used for his own purpose. She stops trusting, stops believing in even her closest friends and family. And eventually? If she does find him, it’s simply a disaster.

[broodwoof]

prompt info - now including davg content! (updated: 2/3/25)

note: if characters are listed in multiple canons, feel free to specify or i'll just pick one

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i enjoy writing politics - romance - smut - horror - whump

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rare/unusual words

sentences

medieval/fantasy sentences

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vague prompts: eerie edition

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as said by dorian pavus

as said by solas

as said by merrill

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kinktober (will accept any but day 16/flashing)

angst/whump prompts:

eerie loneliness

heavy content

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characters:

ocs - nessa lavellan | liall talas | daw aldwir | velari lavellan | atros shiral | delwyn lavellan | dimitra | valyris lavellan | halcor brosca | feydis lavellan | sybil thorne

dai - solas | varric | cole | morrigan | calpernia | cassandra | sera | dorian | the iron bull | leliana | cullen | josephine | flemythal | renn | valta | ameridan | talena | harding

da2 - anders(justice) | fenris | merrill

dao - leliana | morrigan

arlathan - mythal | andruil | ghilan'nain

davg - fragment!mythal | morrithal | ghilan'nain | elgar'nan

relationships (ot3+ are welcome!):

solas x (daw | nessa | mythal | andruil* | ghilan'nain* | elgar'nan* | varric | morrigan | calpernia | velari | atros | valyris | cassandra | cullen | bull | dorian)

anders x fenris

cassandra x (varric | sera | leliana | solas)

dorian x (feydis | bull | solas)

morrigan x (halcor | leliana | solas)

sera x (delwyn | dagna | cassandra)

cullen x (dimitra | solas | dorian)

ghilan'nain x (andruil* | solas*)

daw x (nessa | solas | bellara)

sybil x (davrin)

*messy/complicated ships, might end up in dead dove territory

major ocs:

nessa lavellan (f!rogue, solas)

velari lavellan (f!mage, solas)

atros shiral (m!rogue; city elf!inquisitor, solas)

delwyn lavellan (f!rogue, sera)

valyris lavellan (f!mage, solas)

cyren lavellan (trans f!mage, solas)

liall talas (f!mage, dalish, warden, no romance)

feydis lavellan (m!mage, dorian)

dimitra (non-inky, f!mage(/templar), cullen)

halcor brosca (m!rogue, morrigan then nate)

daw aldwir (info)

sybil thorne

quick oc info:

nessa - soft, stubborn af, has a daughter with solas, peaceful family life, insomuch as it can be

velari - complicated, guilt-ridden, kinky, power couple

atros - so complicated, loads of trauma, volatile, passionate about justice, on solas' side no matter what

delwyn - young, silly, grows a lot, balanced, ends up becoming a very good leader, all in for sera

valyris - older, reserved, contemplative, quick judgements but willing to reassess, non-magic healer (healer has the bloodiest hands), leads from a distance bc she's scared of caring

cyren - playful, irreverent, a little selfish, deliberate, actions speak louder than words

liall - body horror warden who's into it, macabre and morbid, curiosity as a character flaw

feydis - steady, passionate, righteous fury but very, very deep inside him, quick, dry wit

dimitra - self-sufficient, guarded, expected to become a templar but magic manifested, ended up in the circle, so many confrontations with her assumptions that she couldn't possibly count them all

halcor - rough around the edges, a bit ends justify the means, good at heart but doesn't lose sleep over bad choices, matter of fact, heart eyes about magic

MINOR DAVG SPOILERS:

daw - a veil jumper, daw has a complex history with the dread wolf - not a personal history, but a spiritual one. after being recruited by varric, they are desperate to stop solas, whatever the cost... but over time, they begin to understand him and realize that they want to save him

sybil - tba

[broodwoof]

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Heuehueuehueue “Crimson - Have you ever been in war? If so, describe how it impacted you” for Niskaan and maybe a “Butterscotch- Is there candy in the world you live in? If so, do you have a favorite one?” for a Liall and “Cerulean- What is your favorite way to cool down in hit weather?” For a Deinmaar?

Crimson:

"Well, I suppose... I was a member of the imperial army during the Civil War..." (he frowns as he tries to think of something positive to say) "My sister was also apart of the army, so it was nice to get to see her again! But... Yeah, I was a solider. Never want to do it again, honestly..."

Butterscotch:

"Oh, I'm... Not particularly into candy... People don't believe me when I say, but I don't have much of a sweet tooth." (she pauses, and then smiles) "But if I had to choose? I really like chocolate. One time, Josephine got some chocolates..." (she goes on to retell an entire story)

Cerulean (right? Idk Mobile is weird skfkskf)

"Well, Id say... Cozy up next to a camp fire, my friends and family close by, pressed next to each other with some freshly baked sweet rolls..." (He smiles warmly at the thought, rubbing his arms) "It's perfect. Nothing can really warm you as much as love, eh?"

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MY THREE-FOUR YEAR OLD COUSIN SAW ME DRAWING THIS AND JUST WENT “IS THAT YOUR FRIEND???” 

AND I WAS LIKE,,, “YES DEFINITELY”

AND SHE JSUT,,,, WITH THE CONFIDENCE ONLY A LIL’ GIRL COULD HAVE, WENT “I KNEW IT” AND THEN WALKED OFF TO MAKE MY MOM DRESS UP AS WONDER WOMAN

IT IS CONFIRMED, LIALL IS FRIEND MATERIAL

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That awkward moment when the sky explodes for the second time and you just want to go home

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Fun fact about Liall: Half the time she looks pretty, half the time she looks ready to say bitch, and half the time she looks high.

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im… Im really bad at screenshots so... this is a joke I made with my friend but here we go

sometimes, I get really nice screenshots of Liall, like this:

ya know, just an elf being,,, pretty

but then I get the worst screenshots ever. they make me,, especially when my friend jokes about Liall looking high most of the time. 

such as:

anyways I love Liall with all my heart, shes special to me but shes also a fucking nerd

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Anyways have a shitty sketch under the cut of Liall looking uncharacteristicly cool. We all know she would be screaming and crying but whatever

[an-incompetent-inquisitor]

Woqh a spooky elf what I'm so scared

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Liall: *pained grin as she has to listen to more noble bullshit*

Aka: WERE FUCKED BUT I'M JUST YOUR KOOKY, CHILDISH INQUISITOR THAT, LIKE, 3 PEOPLE TAKE SERIOUSLY SO LEMME JUST KEEP SMILING LMAO

[an-incompetent-inquisitor]

Alright, so-- I said this blog was going to be for my characters, and I’m STICKING WITH IT!!

I’m just gonna start of with the girl you’re going to see the most of, and go from there!

LIALL LAVELLAN

To start off with the basics, Liall is my main inquisitor. She refuses to be called the “Herald,” going as far as to ignore you if you called her that.

She’s young, only around 25. 

She doesn’t know her mom, and nobody told her what happened to her. She just assumes her mom left.

Related to my grey warden, Shaeri, on their mom’s side.

She’s EXTREMELY physically affectionate. She loves hugs and kisses and would love to just cuddle with you throughout the night.

BUT!! Only if she gives you permission. She doesn’t like random strangers touching her. Especially her ears. They’re off limits unless she’s really close with you.

Not that important, but since I project onto my characters, she has visual snow.

Her best friend is Asek Adaar, a qunari mercenary that was late to the Conclave, therefore surviving. She’s also close friends with Varric and Sera. She’s friendly with everybody else though. Even Vivienne.

She’s extremely pro mage rights, and harbors a huge hatred for the Chantry. Granted, that’s due to something an old friend of hers would tell her, but still. She did side with the Templars, as she didn’t really understand that it meant the mages would be off limits.

She instantly decided to conscript the Templars. She wanted to try and take away their power to hurt people. Asek is the only one that she’s explained it to.

She’s hella gay, just thought I should mention.

Really hates people touching her ears without permission. Yes, they move a lot. Yes, they’re pointy. No, rich Orlesian noble, you CAN’T touch.

Got referred to as a serving girl a LOT at the winter palace.

Overall? She’s just an anxious, sad elf that wants to make you proud. She has an unhealthy obsession with making others happy. It’s something she works on with Josephine and Asek.

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okay so like. i wanna write an entire fuckin thing for liall. This bitch (who my friend (hi @asinikill) and i decided is only around 20 but thats subject to change to make the story,,, work better) gets roped into saving the world and doesn’t fuckin wanna, does everything in her power to be peaceful and make friends, try to build the inquisition up as a force for genuine good, fall in love, yadda yadda yadda

she learns all that? was because some asshole egg wanted her too. And then he takes her arm cause she was dying.

like all of trespasser, for the first time in the game she’s genuinely angry, absoulutely pissed off, but by the time she reaches solas? Solas, who she was never friends with, but never hated. Solas, who still guided her and seemed genuinely concerned for her when she drank from the well. Solas, who might be seen as a friend one day? She doesn’t have the energy to fight. She makes one last final lunge, one last attempt to fight, and when Solas stops her...

she gives up. she stops fighting, and lets him talk. she doesn’t show how much she is in pain, she doesn’t show how much she is fueled by complete hatred. her whole life came crumbling down. the evanuris? The true fall of the old elves? all of that? It made her hate. It made her hate the past elves, for being so cruel. it made her hate the dalish for believing in the elven pantheon. it made her hate humans for being cruel. it made her hate her sister, her friend, her keeper, herself for believing in them, for trying  to restore everything.

so she promises not to kill solas, but to try and stop him. because even though she breaks down, even though she can barely talk to people without snapping anymore, she tries to be nice. she tries not to hurt. she tries to be peaceful, and she tries to make friends.

and when her friends, her real friends find her, they find shes missing more than an arm. it seems like shes missing more like a part of herself.

and she disbands the inquisition, making sure everybody knows she’s angry. she never wanted to be inquisitor. she never wanted to be the herald. and now? she doesn’t have to be. her smirk is bitter as she walks away, eyes burning with a longing for revenge. and Liall Lavellan?

She makes sure she’s going to get it.

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*insert a clever title*

summary: Just Liall being stupid with her sister and another random elf I made up on the fly. Actually part of her backstory but... meh warnings: None Word Count: 2352 on Word, but I ended up taking it somewhere else and edited it so... Probably a bit more. I’d say 2375 is a safe bet. A/N: Ashane actually belongs to my friend! We were talking about elves and we thought “Hey wouldn’t it be cool if they acted like a specific animal” because I was joking about Liall being a stupid cat, so... There we go. Ashane is her sister and Arven just... Exists. He’s going to be important but I don’t know how yet. And Rosalie is... very important too. I’m sure ya’ll can guess why.

              “You’re an idiot, Ashane, and you’re going to get us all killed.” Liall crept forward from her branch, staring down at her sister. The elf was sneaking towards that blacksmith forge at the edge of town. Arven, their other friend, sat against the tree stump.

              “Have faith, Liall. She’s done this before; she’ll be just fine.” He glanced up and gave her a small smile. Still, Liall couldn’t shake the growing sense of dread.

              Ashane emerged from the underbrush of the forest, now just a few feet away from a shiny sword. All she had to do was grab it without being caught. Although, knowing her, she didn’t understand the “Don’t get caught” part of this.

              Liall hooked her legs onto the branch and swung down. Her hair flopped down, covering her eyes. Arven laughed, standing up and brushing the hair back behind her ears. Liall huffed and went back to watching her sister.

              She had a hand on the hilt now, slowly creeping backwards. She had it lifted ever so slightly, so as not to make a sound. And for a second, it almost looked like she was going to get away with it. Both Liall and Arven held their breath, waiting.

              Of course, the human just had to turn around right as Ashane was backing away. Which was when the shouting started.

              “HEY! DROP IT!” The blacksmith cried out, dropped some glowing metal onto the ground. He started saying some extremely colorful words that Liall didn’t understand. Were they in another language? She would have to ask the Keeper about it.

              Ashane didn’t drop the sword. Instead, she turned around and bolted off into the distance. Arven turned and followed. “DA’LEN, RUN!” He said, sprinting away. Liall tilted her head, looking at the approaching blacksmith. It took a couple more seconds for the situation to finally hit her.

              Oh. Ashane got caught.

              Liall swung back up, and then jumped down from the branch. She rolled as she hit the ground, and then began following. The blacksmith was still slinging insults, sometimes using those words she didn’t know, and other times using words like “knife ear.” Liall definitely knew what Knife-Ear meant.

              But they had an advantage the Shem didn’t have: They knew the forest like the back of their hands. Arven and Ashane were busy weaving through the bushes and trees, trying to disappear. Liall, on the other hand, was just trying to find the tallest tree she could. The blacksmith was chasing her now, and was gaining scarily quickly. Liall swallowed, glancing back for just a split second. “I DON’T EVEN HAVE YOUR SWORD!”

              “YOU WERE AN ACCOMPLICE! I KNEW WE NEVER SHOULD’VE LET YOU KNIFE-EARED BANDITS SET UP NEXT TO US!” He retorted, huffing now.

              “RUDE!” Liall kept pushing forward. And then she took a sharp right, directly towards a tree. She slowed down as much as she could and jumped up, quickly grabbing onto it. She scrambled up, just in time to avoid the blacksmith’s attempt to grab her foot. She looked down at him, stuck her tongue out, and continue scaling the tree until she reached a sturdy branch. The blacksmith was trying to climb the tree after her, but he kept slipping down after a couple feet.

              In the distance, she could see flashes of movement, and hints of color. No doubt it was Ashane and Arven. Liall looked down at the blacksmith, who had now resigned to just pacing around the tree. Then she looked back up to see how Ashane and Arven were faring. The two other elves were approaching now, moving quite quickly. Liall sighed and hooked her legs, swinging down again. She waved at the blacksmith, who tried to jump up and grab her.

              “Hey! I did nothing wrong! I was just minding my own business! I don’t even have your stupid sword, anyways! Stop trying to grab me.” Liall stuck out her tongue again, before she sat back up. A couple more minutes passed with the human still trying to grab her. And then Ashane and Arven both burst out of the brush, screaming and chanting utter nonsense.

              It worked.

              The human instantly turned and started sprinting away, shouting at them. Liall nearly cackled as she watched him flee. They waited until he was out of sight before they burst into their own laughter. Liall descended the tree, grinning. “Something told me you would get caught, Ashane.” She said, looking up at her sister. Ashane just smiled back with pride.

              “Still! I got the sword, which is better than what you idiots got!” Ashane held up the shiny new weapon. Arven folded his arms.

              “Mar solas ena mar dinv, friend.” Arven said, smirking. Ashane just chuckled.

              “Tel’abelas. Prick.” She replied.

Liall frowned, her ears lowering. “Uh… I think we have a new problem. No doubt we’re going to have to leave now. The shem is definitely going to tell whoever is in charge of their home what we did. And I don’t know about you, but we’re pretty recognizable.” Liall said. Ashane shook her head.

              “We’ll just cut off all your hair, Liall. How’s that sound?” She teased. Liall’s ears flew back even more.

              “Please don’t.” Liall replied. Arven was frowning now.

              “I mean, she’s right. We might’ve just screwed the whole clan.” He mumbled, scratching his neck. Liall nodded in agreement, though Ashane just scoffed.

              “Whatever. I’ll return the sword tonight, yeah? Then he’ll just look insane. Come on, let’s get going. I’m bored now.” Ashane turned around and started walking away. She then paused and stashed the sword under a tree, before she placed a flower beside it. And then she led the way. Arven motioned for Liall to follow, and they began the trek back to the clan.

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Liall had drawn the short stick for real this time.

She was stuck returning the stupid sword Ashane had stolen. And the sword was clunky and awkward. Much less efficient than anything else. Even just a stick would be better.

Liall grumbled the whole way towards the forge, constantly adjusting her grip on the sword. How was Ashane able to carry this cursed thing with just one hand? One of the many things about her sister that never has and never will make sense.

Eventually, Liall could see the glow from the forge. There was nobody operating it right now, just some embers glowing. It actually looked kinda pretty, in a “burn your hands off” kinda way. She crouched down, creeping forward. She almost made it to the counter where several other weapons lay in a neat little row. They could so easily be stolen, laid out like that. It was like he was just begging for some thief to take them. Good thing Liall was a good person.

Unlike Ashane.

She set the sword down on the table, making it as straight as she could without cutting her hand open. She was about to retreat when she heard a voice.

“Hey. I can see you. What are you doing?” It was a woman’s voice, young. Liall froze, eyes darting around as she tried to find the source of the voice. The woman laughed.      

“To your left.” She said. Liall obeyed, and there she was. The first thing Liall noticed was that she was tall. Extremely tall. Granted, everybody was taller than Liall, but she was… even taller. She had a small smile and friendly enough eyes, and except for the fact that she was in armor, with a sword dangling in a hilt by her side, she looked almost nice. She laughed again. “Well, now you see me. So what are you doing?” She asked, walking over to Liall. Liall blinked, starting to back away. “Hey, wait, don’t go yet!”

Liall stopped moving, tilting her head to the side. The woman breathed a sigh.

“Okay, good. You can understand me. I’m not going to hurt you, okay? You’re one of those dalish elves, right?” She asked, holding out a hand. Liall swallowed, before she nodded.

“Yes. I am.” She said. She could see the woman raise her eyebrows in surprise. Probably at her voice.

“Woah, I… Ahem, sorry. I... didn't expect you to sound like that.” She cleared her throat. “Anyways. What are you doing at my father’s forge? Were you one of the ones that stole his sword?”

“…In a way. It was a… A friend.” Liall stood up to her full height. She barely reached the woman's chest. The woman laughed again.

“Okay, then. Follow me.” The woman motioned for Liall to walk with her. Liall just stayed put.

“I... I don’t think that’s smart. For me. To go with you.” She mumbled. The woman paused, tilting her head to the side.

“If I was going to hurt you, I would’ve done so already. I’m nice, I swear. Come on.”

“Where do you want to go?” Liall asked, still not moving.

“Some place where Dad won’t find you. He’s still livid from earlier. Now come on, stop risking your butt sitting here and chatting.”

“Oh.” Liall started backing away. “I… I can just leave… this way. I know the forest a lot… I can just go, and… I’ll be fine.” Liall started to back away, but the woman sighed and followed after her.

“Okay. You’re… not as smart as I assumed. I’m trying to get you to follow so I can talk to you.” The woman said, crossing her arms. Liall opened and then closed her mouth.

“Oh. That makes more sense. I thought you were just trying to kidnap me so you could kill me and cut off my ears.” Liall said.

“Does that actually happen?”

“I dunno. Probably.” After a couple more seconds, Liall walked up next to her. The woman grinned.

“I can’t blame you for being cautious, but…” she shrugged. “My name’s Rosalie. My friends and parents just call me Rose, though.” She smiled, looking down at Liall. “…This is the part where you tell me your name. You elves must have some weird customs if you don't introduce yourselves.” She added after Liall didn’t say anything.

Liall frowned, staring at the ground as they walked. “I… My name is, ah… It’s Liall.” She said, her voice barely a murmur at the end. Rosalie placed a hand gently on Liall’s shoulder.

“Then it’s good to meet you, Liall. Now, why did you steal the sword?” She asked, stopping. Liall froze, her body tensing up. This was it, she had walked right into a trap and now Rosalie was going to stab her and she was going to die and then her clan would get slaughtered and it would be all bad news. Liall started to back away, slowly. Rosalie said something under her breath, before she spoke up. “Would you stop trying to run away? It’s hard to have a conversation when you keep trying to bolt every five seconds.”

“I didn’t steal it! It wasn’t me; it was my sister! She took it because she wanted to prove to me that she could be quiet, and she also thought it looked really pretty but we don’t have any money and so she was thinking about maybe keeping it but then your dad caught us and—”

“So it was like a bet?”

“Huh?” Liall tilted her head. “I mean, in a way, but… We didn’t mean to hurt anybody, we just… Were having fun. It’s boring sometimes and we do competitions like that, and… Please don’t hurt me.” Liall's ears flew back, not unlike a frightened cat.

“I thought the dalish were all savages that would kill humans. But… Are they all like you? Rosalie asked, smirking. Liall frowned.

“No, not at all. That’s a stereotype. And they’re not all like me. We have amazing hunters that could beat a human in any way, any day.” Liall puffed up, a complete switch from before. But she was proud of being dalish, of course she was going to defend her people! Rosalie snorted.

“Likely.” She said.

“Hey. Your dad can’t even climb a tree.”

“He’s a blacksmith, not a knight or something.”

“Even our craftsmen can climb trees,” Liall said, almost smugly. “It’s not that hard of a skill.”

“Trust me, I know it’s not hard. I can climb them too.”

“Oh.” Liall felt herself deflate, that temporary burst of confidence draining from herself. "...Now I just... Did the same thing you did. I probably look really stupid right now."  She sighed, running a hand through her hair. Rosalie shook her head.

“No. You just care about defending the honor of your people. That’s not a bad thing, right? I mean, I’ve read about what the dalish have had to go through. Must be rough, all that.”

“Not just the dalish. Look at the Alienages in any major city. All elves suffer at the hands of humans. We’re just the ones that decided no more.” Liall sighed, rubbing her arm. Rosalie hummed for a second, before she nodded slowly.

“You’re nice. A lot nicer than most people I’ve met. I want to talk to you more, so you're going to meet me here tomorrow night. I’ll make sure Dad isn’t angry, and your clan will be okay. Alright?”

“Here? Meet here? Tomorrow night?” Liall asked slowly. Rosalie nodded.

“That’s what I said. Now you go back to your clan. Don’t let them catch you wandering around late. I’ll see you tomorrow then, Liall.” She then turned and walked away, leaving Liall alone.

Liall watched her walk away until she couldn’t be seen anymore, before she turned and sprinted away into the forest. Her ears felt like they were burning up, as did her face. She was blushing like crazy and she didn’t know why. And that fact that she actually felt like she could speak up with her, possibly even argue… It felt strangely good. Like… powerful, almost. Not quite, though.

Liall stopped when she felt she was far away enough, about halfway to the clan. She sat down and sighed. She was a strange human. She didn’t even look that old, she looked around Liall’s age. But why was she so tall? And that sword… She looked ready to fight anything at any time. It was…

Impressive, to say the least.

Liall stood back up and started walking back to the meeting place to tell Ashane she returned the sword. A distraction was what she needed.

What has she gotten herself into?