Through the trapdoor in the roof, it's difficult to tell exactly what happened -- but it's clear something did. The glow brightened, like the lighting of a beacon; there's a stillness Alistair can't pinpoint once it passes.
On the floor, Kieran's sat up as well, wide-eyed and pale in the dimness. He and Alistair exchange a long look.
In war, victory. In peace, vigilance.
Alistair's only tell, as he reaches for Cullen's hand, is that he takes hold of it a little too tightly.
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Through the trapdoor in the roof, it's difficult to tell exactly what happened -- but it's clear something did. The glow brightened, like the lighting of a beacon; there's a stillness Alistair can't pinpoint once it passes.
On the floor, Kieran's sat up as well, wide-eyed and pale in the dimness. He and Alistair exchange a long look.
In war, victory. In peace, vigilance.
Alistair's only tell, as he reaches for Cullen's hand, is that he takes hold of it a little too tightly.
"Cullen." Low. "Wake up."