As Zevran fusses over her Sabriel's momentarily overwhelmed by a sense of nostalgia. How many times had she and her friends at the College made each other up for an event or just a morale booster? It's a refreshingly sweet memory in the light of all that they've been through. The new patch felt cool and soft against the burns, and as Sabriel ran her fingers lightly over the braided cloth she couldn't help a fond smile from curling her lips.

"Zev...thank you."