I didn't– [ she starts, feeling a bit flat-footed with his gentle correction that he could multi-task. because of course, she knows that. she's seen him do it plenty of times. it's just...she's wholly unused to this idea that there are other people who are willing to catch her when she starts to stumble.

not to say the Shadow Dragons have ignored her or anything. no, they're all leaning on each other in these times, as they have before.

Lucanis' flavor of help is...well, it's different. he isn't just someone she's in the trench with. nor is he overly paternal. her brow furrows more as he turns back towards her, holding out what is clearly a bagged up meal. and knowing him, homemade down to the very sauce, if there was any.

having at least some manners, she doesn't gape at him like she desperately feels like doing. instead, she takes a couple steps to the right, shuffling a stack of papers, a tightly wrapped bundle of canvas, and a small crate of jarred vegetables off to the side. underneath is a tiny wrought cafe table and chairs, the paint having long peeled off. the tabletop itself is intact, the tevinter style mosaic forming geometric patterns. ]

Here. Delia lets us use the tables in the bar but, it's better if I keep a low profile. [ too many people would recognize her. ] You really didn't need to come all this way.

[ despite the protest, she does slowly lower herself into one of the cafe chairs, recognizing the argument had been lost as soon as he'd walked through the door. ]