gatsby: mingmei + solas
[He didn't see the human woman's approach. He didn't even hear it. Only when she spoke did Solas register her presence.]
No. [The words were a gasp, and he reached blindly for her, needing the stability of another person. Even she was human. Mana crackled along his skin, filling the air with the heavy scent of spices. The power was harmless, a lick of energy that neither bit nor burned but settled over them both rather like a blanket. A barrier.] Please, a place to sit. [He couldn't see past his panic to find a safe place on his own.]