Cole is starting to feel the vast spaces of this place.
The cities and Skyhold, where he usually roams, are full of people. There's always work to be done. In the fleet, he was in small spaces and the ship spoke to him constantly.
This place is too noisy, but that noise means nothing. There's people, but so few compared to what he's used to.
He spends more time than he normally would in his storage room. It has open shelves, so he doesn't feel trapped and there's light, so he doesn't feel smothered and he has a box to sit on.
He's sitting on the box, carefully rubbing oil into the leather of his knives, keeping it supple and smooth. They get a lot more care than Cole does.
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The cities and Skyhold, where he usually roams, are full of people. There's always work to be done. In the fleet, he was in small spaces and the ship spoke to him constantly.
This place is too noisy, but that noise means nothing. There's people, but so few compared to what he's used to.
He spends more time than he normally would in his storage room. It has open shelves, so he doesn't feel trapped and there's light, so he doesn't feel smothered and he has a box to sit on.
He's sitting on the box, carefully rubbing oil into the leather of his knives, keeping it supple and smooth. They get a lot more care than Cole does.
"Yes, Ben, I'm in here. You- don't need my help?"