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The sun dwindles in the sky as Misadahl Lavellan sits at his desk, looking over documents and the planned operation for a dock on the Storm Coast under the Blades of Hessarian name. Cole lays sprawled on the floor by the fireplace, throwing small sticks in the fire and inhaling the scent they released. His hat was for once not on his head, doing its best to obscure his blue eyes, and instead, rested at the foot of the Inquisitors bed.
“Are you cold, Cole? Misa casts a quick glance at the boy seated too close to the fire.
“No. The wood smells nice when it burns. My nose is stronger, more now than before I changed.”
“Do you like being human? Does it feel…does it hurt?"
The spirit senses the sadness in Misa’s voice and turns his gaze onto his friend. “You worry that it hurts me. It doesn’t. Pinpricks, heat, slashes, the breeze, it all feels more.” Cole stops to collect his words, a new thing for him since becoming more human. “I feel more me. Thank you for helping me learn. You are a good friend.”
Misa looks up from his papers and beams. Abruptly, he stands from his chair and walks across the room to his friend, throwing his arms around his shoulder and gathering him in a tight embrace. Cole softens in his arms, laying his forehead on the elf’s shoulder.
“Floating, an echo in my chest, a fall but a fearful one. I like this feeling.”