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[serves]

Is there a problem with that? [He likes dogs :( even stone ones.]

[dawnwillcome]

Of course not. I'd have saved one of those statues of the halla from the Winter Palace if we didn't need them for those stupid doors.

[With the herbs added to the water, Jove turns back to Cullen so she can speak to him face to face, and slowly steam starts to rise from the cup. Hope you don't mind magically heated water, Cullen.]

I can give you a plant to take back to your ship, if you like.

[serves]

[He doesn't even glance at the cup.]

Do you think you could part with one?

[It's a joke. Because she has a lot.]

[dawnwillcome]

I think I could manage. And if I start to miss it too much I can just come visit it on your ship.

[serves]

It's not nearly this impressive. But, with a plant, I may have a start.

[dawnwillcome]

You're always welcome to come here, then, if one isn't enough for you.

[By now the tea should be properly warmed, but Jove brings the cup up to test it first. It wouldn't do to give Cullen an improperly brewed cup of tea right?

But it seems to meet her standards, so she moves closer and hands the cup out.]

There you are. One anti-nausea cup of tea. I added in some normal tea leaves as well to improve the taste.

[serves]

Thank you. [Cullen takes the cup with a smile, fingers brushing against hers as she does so.]

I'm glad you've made a comfortable place for yourself here.

[dawnwillcome]

[Once the cup is passed off, Jove sits beside him on the bed.]

I'll still always prefer whatever home we might happen to find on the planets we visit, but this is a good fall back. What about you, though? Are you getting more comfortable?

[serves]

I think my crewmates and I are warming up to one another. It helps, now that Varric is awake.

[dawnwillcome]

It's funny how that works, isn't it? I don't know how he manages to calm things around him so well but he always has, it seems.

[She reaches out to touch the back of his hand lightly, giving it a gentle nudge upwards.]

You'll want to drink that before it gets cold, by the way. It's not at all good when it's cooled down.

[serves]

Don't tell Cassandra that.

[He smiles at her over the lip of the cup before taking a sip.

While lightly resting his hand on her knee, of course.]

[dawnwillcome]

[Of course. And she has a witty response to that, but it seems less important when he's decided to rest his hand on her leg.]

And now the real reason for your visit comes out.

[serves]

Should I move my hand?

[dawnwillcome]

I- no. No, it's fine there.

[But she looks a little surprised, and to avoid him taking that the wrong way she'll just mention the reason.]

I honestly was expecting you to blush and stammer. You've come a long way, Commander.

[serves]

[He chuckles. His other hand would rub the back of his neck if he weren't holding a cup, so he just takes another sip.]

We're a little more comfortable with one another now, I think.

[dawnwillcome]

That's almost too bad, the blushing and stammering was my favorite part.

[serves]

Now I know you're teasing me.

[dawnwillcome]

Only a little. It really was cute.

[She lays her hand over his, squeezing it gently.]

This has its draws too, though.

[serves]

Cute isn't really a thing I'd aim for... [He's a commander! They can't be cute. But he turns his hand to grasp hers, returning the squeeze.]

[dawnwillcome]

That's really too bad, girls like cute things.

[serves]

[GIRLS ARE DIFFICULT, but Cullen just smiles--cutely--as he sips his tea.

Maybe he knows.]

[dawnwillcome]

[Of course he knows, and maybe he won this from the very beginning. Either way, Jove is smiling as she tucks her hair behind her ears.]

In the future if you'd like it sweeter, I recommend honey.

[serves]

I like it as it is. I can't remember the last time I added honey to my tea.

[He knocks that stuff back straight.]

Thank you, Jove.

[dawnwillcome]

You're welcome, Cullen. I hope it helps you, I'd hate for you to spend more time than you need to feeling ill.

[The lyrium withdraws have to be bad enough, he doesn't need space sickness on top of that.]

[serves]

I'll be fine. [His definition of fine, anyway.]