Seeing the effect — or lack thereof — her bullets have on the Dullahan makes her stomach sink. She's watching Felix from the corner of her eye, concerned up until the moment the first blast of blackness rushes through the room.
She holds onto her hat, duster ripping wildly in the wind.
"You all right?" she hollers, barely having time to compose herself before she catches sight of the return blast. She turns her shoulder against the brunt of it, jamming her hat down over her ears, but it does her little good. It's the worst cold she's ever felt, sinking in deep, deep, leaving an ache in her very soul. She chokes, shuddering, and for a moment she feels utterly weak.
She glances at Felix.
"Shit. He's out cold!" she calls to Varric, moving closer to his prone form to at least protect him, if not wake him.
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Date: 2012-01-27 04:47 am (UTC)She holds onto her hat, duster ripping wildly in the wind.
"You all right?" she hollers, barely having time to compose herself before she catches sight of the return blast. She turns her shoulder against the brunt of it, jamming her hat down over her ears, but it does her little good. It's the worst cold she's ever felt, sinking in deep, deep, leaving an ache in her very soul. She chokes, shuddering, and for a moment she feels utterly weak.
She glances at Felix.
"Shit. He's out cold!" she calls to Varric, moving closer to his prone form to at least protect him, if not wake him.