This van labeled HAZARDOUS MATERIALS is also on its way to school.
The van hits a patch of black ice. It goes spinning, it turns over, it slices itself open on a wrought-iron fence with spikes, and it disgorges boxes which smash open on the pavement. Some of them skitter clear into the slush.
Some of them - along with most of the van - land on Annie.
There is a whirl of bewildering pain and confusion -
- and she falls to the ground, injured and in more kinds of discomfort beyond that and moaning.
She slowly starts to heal before the eyes of her sole witness.
Her tiny versions of noises are great and she is great. So great. Stalas is going to marry her and it's great.
They're going to get married and they have the earrings to prove it and delightful premarital relations to make the waiting no hardship and she loves him so so so so so much. Squirm squirm squirm and noises.
And in the morning they can wake up and Annie can get scooped up in a blanket and work on her book all the way home.
When they get back to Orzammar, they find that Stalas has just been elected Paragon.
The first thing he does in response is declare the seal of House Stalas to be the little swan figure from his engagement earring.
And they shall be married. Pretty soon, actually, like maybe in the next couple of months, although depending on the world-saving schedule they might have to shift that around so it doesn't coincide with him commanding an army.
What are the features of the wedding going to be? Annie is in a wedding planning mood as soon as she has set up a few cuttings of potato eyes in separate well-watered booths each under a different bright, white runelight.
"Well, we throw a feast and invite as many nobles as we can fit in a room, everyone wears their fanciest clothes, thankfully I don't have to put on ceremonial armour, and then we stand up together and publicly declare ourselves married, and somebody from the Shaperate writes it down, and that's that. Given that I've just been elected Paragon they might even decide to send a Shaper who can record it in the Memories later."
"I don't have a thing for bread in particular. It's just kind of the most - central example of the thing that requires importing."
Stalas is fine with handing out glowiness if Annie is fine with being the precautionary healing booper.
That is okay with her as long as nobody is getting creepy detail, although she might like to check with each new addition in case it scales weird.
It responds to scaling like so:
Anyone with glowiness can wonder about the status of anyone else with glowiness and get a minimum of 'alive/dead; near/far; approximate direction'.
Stalas can wonder about the status of anyone else with glowiness and get a minimum of 'approximate injury status, approximate stress/danger level, approximate direction and distance'.
Any two people with glowiness find that they communicate with each other unusually well and cooperate with unusual efficiency. The exact degree of this effect seems to vary based on how well the involved parties know each other already and how hard they're trying to lean on it; Stalas, already gifted in this area before any of this glowy nonsense started happening, can't quite tell if he gets any more of an advantage here than the rest of them.
When glowy people are nearish one another, the line between communication and status check blurs slightly; status-checking can turn into a very primitive conversation in which the available vocabulary consists of voluntarily specifying one's health/mood/location in varying levels of detail. The range on this depends, again, on how well the involved parties know each other, but it's hard to measure whether Stalas gets a special advantage because his starting level of available detail is higher than anyone else's.