It's the dripping that wakes her, before anything else. A slow, inconstant plip-plop of droplets sliding down some overhang before breaking free to plunge into a stone floor. They almost echo, like there isn't anything around to absorb the sound.
She doesn't remember how she got here.
Wherever here is.
"Thanks for the assist!" the woman calls, taking advantage of Cassandra's arrival and the diminished wisp harassments to dart around and hamstring one of the lizardy demons.
The tide has definitively shifted, and soon enough the field is clear.
"Quickly!" the bald man calls to Elesse. "Use the Mark! Before more come through!"
Right. And how...? Ah. There is a tugging, from her hand to the rift. And if she holds it up, she can almost feel it catch, a hook in the fabric of reality. She can push or she can pull, and if she pulls, space folds over itself and the rift disappears in a flash of ethereal power.
The short man hefts his crossbow. "Just that easy, huh? Shit, Seeker, you and our new friend could have show up sooner."
"Truthfully, Master Tethras, I expected her to remain comatose for at least a day longer given the extent of her... injuries. Though the surprise is welcome, to be sure."
"I am happy to be of what help I may. Though if we all know each other, perhaps introductions are in order...?"
"Elesse Vendar, this is Solas, and Varric Tethras," Cassandra indicates the bald man and the short one respectively. "Her, I do not know."
"Keeper wanted to see if your truce talks would work, or if we needed to get more worried. So she sent me." Shrug.
"An impartial observer. Come on, Seeker Pentaghast. The world's eyes were always going to be on what happened here, no matter what your guest list was like. Although I can't say I mind not getting into the Temple now, considering."
"Twirly here has stabbed more than a few demons in the face before they could get to me," Varric says. "She's all right in my book."
"Protecting your pretty face is the duty of every good Thedosian, Master Tethras. Who else would write our next favorite novel series?"
"Heh. Whatever works." Varric turns back to Elesse. "So where did you come from, anyway? Know anything about the-" fingerwaggle "-magic mark thing? Chuckles here claimed to be stumped, and he's the closest we have to an expert right now."
Solas smiles tightly. "Hardly an expert; it is an obscure sort of magic. I was focused more on attempting to heal her."
"Then you have my thanks, Solas. As Cassandra said, my name is Elesse Vendar. I am a Master of the Jedi Order, and Coruscant is my home as much as any planet might be."
"...We should keep moving," Cassandra says. "We need to get to the forward camp. Are there more rifts in the way?"
"Not between here and there. They've mostly been further up the mountain, nearer to the temple."
"We're holding the line for now," Varric says. "But it's a good thing you're awake now, and that your glowy hand can actually do something about these rifts. If more of them are going to start showing up behind the line, things will get ugly."
Varric has the look of a man who has seen something like this happen before. "Then as Cassandra says, let us not delay."
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