─────── * Cassandra: What is the matter with you? * Blackwall: You mean me? * Cassandra: You’re favouring your right arm. * Blackwall: It’s just a slight sprain, should be fine by tomorrow. I…appreciate your concern. * Cassandra: You are still a part of the Inquisition, and you continue without complaint. So long as you serve, I would not see you injured. * Blackwall: Thank you, Seeker Cassandra. ─────── ─────── ─────── ─────── ─────── ─────── ─────── ─────── ─────── ─────── ───────