Dragon Age: Inquisition series

That time of the month

Summary:
She was sitting at her desk, haunched over, holding her lower stomach and groaning as she rocked back and forth, her forehead tapping the cedar desktop each time.

Notes:
Because periods freaking suck and they'd have to suck even harder if you were the inquisitor and had loads of paperwork and rifts to close.

Cullen exited the war room and passed Josephine's desk. He had gone in with the intent on finding the Inquisitor to give her the week's reports but she wasn't there.

"Josie, do you know where An-the Inquisitor is?" He asked, his arms laden with both his and Leliana's reports.

Josephine shrugged, "I haven't seen her leave her chambers all day. Maybe she is unwell?"

Cullen looked at her then to the papers in his arms. "I should go check on her." He said. Without waiting for confirmation he left Josephine's office and made his way to Anea's chambers. He knocked on her door and waited. No answer.

He opened the door and announced himself "Anea? I have this week's reports for you." He explained, coming up the stairs. He stopped when he heard a groan. "Are you okay?"

"No." Came her reply.

Cullen entered into the rest of the room and found her. She was sitting at her desk, haunched over, holding her lower stomach and groaning as she rocked back and forth, her forehead tapping the cedar desktop each time. Piles of papers sat on her desk in various stages of completion. Josephine's reports sat closest to her but she was completely ignoring them in favour of her constant, methodical rocking.

She groaned again.

Cullen walked up to her, placing his papers on her desk, and noticed several medicinal herbs on her desk next to a cup of water that had long since gone cold. "Are you in pain?"

She shook her head for a moment before rocking a little faster "Yes." She rocked quickly, Cullen feared that she would hurt her head on the desk but she didn't seem to be affected by it. Gradually her rocking slowed to a soothing pace and she rubbed her abdomen.

"Can I help?" He asked.

Anea didn't respond. Instead she got up quickly, almost giving Cullen whiplash, and marched, half haunched, to her bed that she fell on face first and groaned loudly into her pillow.

"Bad month?" Cullen asked, taking up the extra space on her bed. She nodded. "Where does it hurt?"

She rolled onto her side so her face was visible. She had been crying. "My stomach, my legs, my lower back, and my head." She returned to her previous position.

Cullen moved to the fireplace and warmed his hands till his skin tingled. He then moved back to the bed and sat next to Anea who was still lying facedown. He lifted the hem of her shirt a little so he could access her skin on her lower back. He pressed his warmed hands to her back.

Anea groaned in pain and annoyance at first till he started massaging in slow circles, reliving the pain as much as he could. Her groans turned from annoyed to relieved. "Thank you." She said, her voice muffled by her pillow. "Thank you so much."

Cullen smiled. "How about I help you with your reports today?"