"Suit yourself," Lusine said to Hawke, shrugging indifferently. She didn't seem intent on pushing them toward anything they didn't ask for of their own accord. She turned a critical eye on the wound and pursed her lips. A few more moments of digging in the chest had her coming up with a second vial.
"Rub this on it first." She tossed it to Cullen and waited for him to do as she instructed.
He didn't care for her imperious tone. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her what it was. He decided against it. If he trusted her enough to come here in the first place, he'd be an idiot not to take the help she offered. He had no doubt she'd take great pleasure in pointing out the logic of that herself if he gave her the opportunity.
He resisted the urge to glance at Hawke. Lusine was too observant and shrewd not to pick up on subtle cues. He needed this to look like business as usual. The Champion and the Knight-Captain involved in the sorts of activities that the Coterie typically resented, making the city a safer place, not two people on a date. He could only hope that the crab basket didn't give that away despite their best efforts.
Uncorking the vial, he lifted the solution for a quick sniff. He couldn't tell much about it other than it was inoffensive. It poured out as a thick gel. He hissed as he rubbed it all around the irritated skin. If he had been expecting relief, he was sorely disappointed. The look he shot Lusine was vaguely accusatory.
She ignored that, instead handing over a healing potion. "Now drink this. If you had taken it before, that acid on your skin would have just burned you again as soon as you started moving around. We'll need to get you a new set of trousers."
Cullen took the potion and sniffed it, too. If there was anything in it besides a healing draught, he couldn't detect it. Only when Lusine had turned her back to them to head to the door and summon someone with pants did he hazard a glance at Hawke. He looked grim when he downed the potion. The set of his shoulders relaxed with the ease of the pain and the closing of the gash.
I've had DW eat posts before. Could've been the code push?
"Rub this on it first." She tossed it to Cullen and waited for him to do as she instructed.
He didn't care for her imperious tone. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her what it was. He decided against it. If he trusted her enough to come here in the first place, he'd be an idiot not to take the help she offered. He had no doubt she'd take great pleasure in pointing out the logic of that herself if he gave her the opportunity.
He resisted the urge to glance at Hawke. Lusine was too observant and shrewd not to pick up on subtle cues. He needed this to look like business as usual. The Champion and the Knight-Captain involved in the sorts of activities that the Coterie typically resented, making the city a safer place, not two people on a date. He could only hope that the crab basket didn't give that away despite their best efforts.
Uncorking the vial, he lifted the solution for a quick sniff. He couldn't tell much about it other than it was inoffensive. It poured out as a thick gel. He hissed as he rubbed it all around the irritated skin. If he had been expecting relief, he was sorely disappointed. The look he shot Lusine was vaguely accusatory.
She ignored that, instead handing over a healing potion. "Now drink this. If you had taken it before, that acid on your skin would have just burned you again as soon as you started moving around. We'll need to get you a new set of trousers."
Cullen took the potion and sniffed it, too. If there was anything in it besides a healing draught, he couldn't detect it. Only when Lusine had turned her back to them to head to the door and summon someone with pants did he hazard a glance at Hawke. He looked grim when he downed the potion. The set of his shoulders relaxed with the ease of the pain and the closing of the gash.