[ with a small sigh of relief, fliss can't help smiling as she nods in the affirmative. before the attack on her home, before the grey wardens, she had lived a perfectly oblivious life that revolved mostly around reading and ignoring her mother's indiscreet machinations towards marriage (how she misses those, now that eleanor is gone) and a clear path towards a "future". now, she takes joy and purpose out of being of some use to people, to perfect strangers.
not that she's being of that much use yet, of course. ]
Yes, I can! [ toning down her sudden enthusiasm just a little, and returning to the matter at hand, her brow furrows a little. ] I am Fliss. Are you hurt?
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not that she's being of that much use yet, of course. ]
Yes, I can! [ toning down her sudden enthusiasm just a little, and returning to the matter at hand, her brow furrows a little. ] I am Fliss. Are you hurt?