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[thunderproof]

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not too long after the illness

[paladingus]

There are many things Simon will trust with nothing but Myr's endorsement to recommend them, but this time, he doesn't need to rely on that. He's felt firsthand the efficacy of the potions he'd been dosed with during the mad blue fever, when nothing short of them could calm the writhing in his blood enough to let him even sit down, let alone sleep--and they'd worked as well as anything on Thedas when the lyrium-nightmares had left him too fearful to close his eyes.

The lyrium flows steadily again, only a touch less satisfying than before--but that small edge makes all the difference, when his body craves just enough of it by the end of the day now that the nightmares are beginning to creep greedily in around the edges where they hadn't before. He can't very well will them to stop.

Armed with the name of the potion artist, if not a physical description, he sets out to find her. She can't be that hard to spot. She's got a dragon.

"--Adalia, is it?"

[thunderproof]

Adalia is not, as it turns out, hard to spot. At least not today — she can be harder to spot, when she's sequestered herself away in the library or taken Charis out to Sundermount for flying practice. Today, though, she's in the Gallows courtyard, reading a book while Charis flies between building and chases birds above her.

When Simon approaches, she looks up and smiles.

"Yes, that's me. How can I help you?