I should remember to thank Leliana and
Josephine again in the morning. I will admit to stumbling through weak words of
gratitude, but at the moment of their kindness I could not find my voice.
My allergies have long been a struggle;
my skin far too sensitive to most textiles and dyes limits often an obstacle. I
say nothing and endure when it flairs; I have to meet all expectations and
responsibilities, regardless.
Somehow without a word from me, the two
discovered the discomfort I’ve ignored on my hands. It was far easier to wear
my gloves at all times than to subject others to their irritated condition. In
our morning briefing, Leliana offered a small jar of ointment. Apparently,
Josephine asked our apothecary for an alternative to the animal fat derivatives
most prefer and presented me with an herbal remedy.
The immediate relief bloomed into
comfort as the day wore on, and with the passage of the day so did my appreciation.
As much as I prefer to separate my private affairs from our work within the
Inquisition, I am indebted to my counterparts for their thoughtfulness.
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