An upgrade from your usual, [ is heartless in itself and heartless for the fact he is clearly falling asleep and in no position to banter back. Sabine smiles to herself for her own wit, and this smile fades a little immediately when she senses the weight of Alistair's head on her shoulder, and tries to figure out if fell there or was placed there.
Her first compulsion is to shrug him off and push him and call him names. This is what normally would happen, even if in a good natured sort of way.
But she doesn't.
Something about knowing a thing or two about the sleepless way of the Grey Wardens, the ceasing of the songs they hear. She knows the relief of finding sleep without nightmares, so just sighs a little and carries on with her work. Leather, beads, a clasp, some neat knotting, and then, eventually, she reaches for where his hand is lying lax on his knee. She only touches it lightly, just enough to manipulate it to sneak the bracelet around his wrist, carefully clasping it closed.
Her hands hover to see if she's managed to get away with it. ]
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Her first compulsion is to shrug him off and push him and call him names. This is what normally would happen, even if in a good natured sort of way.
But she doesn't.
Something about knowing a thing or two about the sleepless way of the Grey Wardens, the ceasing of the songs they hear. She knows the relief of finding sleep without nightmares, so just sighs a little and carries on with her work. Leather, beads, a clasp, some neat knotting, and then, eventually, she reaches for where his hand is lying lax on his knee. She only touches it lightly, just enough to manipulate it to sneak the bracelet around his wrist, carefully clasping it closed.
Her hands hover to see if she's managed to get away with it. ]