But realizing he's cowering from unknowns -- even plausible unknowns -- brings Alistair back to himself. He takes a few deep breaths, working to focus on the feel of Cullen's arms around him.
A little calmer: "Lots of talking, mostly. Comparing Ivette's notes to Fiona's story, probably. Whether she does or doesn't have a cure -- we won't be able to do anything about it immediately."
Another breath.
"I just -- wonder if what happened to her can be duplicated at all. And I'd like a hand to squeeze while we find out."
While Alistair finds out if he's going to live or die within the next year. (Or the next month.)
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(That's the problem, isn't it.)
But realizing he's cowering from unknowns -- even plausible unknowns -- brings Alistair back to himself. He takes a few deep breaths, working to focus on the feel of Cullen's arms around him.
A little calmer: "Lots of talking, mostly. Comparing Ivette's notes to Fiona's story, probably. Whether she does or doesn't have a cure -- we won't be able to do anything about it immediately."
Another breath.
"I just -- wonder if what happened to her can be duplicated at all. And I'd like a hand to squeeze while we find out."
While Alistair finds out if he's going to live or die within the next year. (Or the next month.)