Summary
Varric knows himself and his limits. But when the Inquisitor needs him, how can he not answer her call? (Mild adult themes. Varric/F!Trevelyan) Sample: "Look, Bright Eyes." Varric propped himself up on his free arm. "You needed a little comfort, a little someone to hold on to. Not a crime. I just happened to be there and willing. No need to make it more than it was, ok?"