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Fade Rift: Inbox

You know what to do.

I'm in the Deep Roads.

[He hates that he has to repeat this, that it means Nate's not retaining what he's hearing.]

They needed Wardens. I thought you were getting better.

[And so both of Skyhold's best healers had gone.]

I'll be back as soon as physically possible. We've... We won't be much longer. I'll be there soon. Hang on, please? I need you to do this for me.

[There's a pause. Rough, hitched breaths are audible for a few seconds before he coughs violently again. When he speaks again, something seems to have gotten through.]

I'm not leaving you.

[Timothy takes back the crystal.] I'm afraid that's all I can allow for now, [he says sympathetically.] I'll do everything I can for him, Anders.

[It's going to have to do. Anders will have to hold on to that alone and hope that Nate's strong enough to pull through.]

Please do. And please... please call me on the crystals if anything changes.

Of course. [A beat.] Anything special you do for bad cases of winter fever?

[He runs through everything he'd learned in Darktown, the tricks he'd worked out, how he'd relieved symptoms, even repeating himself because he's just that stressed.]

Steam, black pepper, garlic. [Those are ones Timothy feels he should have known.] I'll bring in every mage I know to make steam. I promise, I'll do everything I can for him.