He felt her hands holding him tighter, and it was as though she were both there and not there, a presence that was tangible but unreachable. The warmth intensified, spreading through his limbs, renewing his spirit. And just as suddenly as it had come, the feeling vanished, and time resumed its flow.
Lord Thane, who had turned his back to Lord Varric to walk away, suddenly froze. He felt a disturbance, a shift in the energy around him. His senses flared, and he spun around, expecting to see Varric still lying on the ground. But the spot where Varric had collapsed was empty.
"What—?!" Thane's eyes darted around, searching their battlefield. He felt a prickle of unease, a sensation he was not accustomed to feeling. He turned again and his gaze fell upon Varric, now hunched over the shattered remains of his axe.
Thane's eyes widened in disbelief. How had Varric, who was on the brink of death just moments ago, moved so quickly? How was he even standing at all?
