Cade nods. Out of sorts is a way he has felt for what seems like always, but sometimes it's more obvious than others. It's a strain, having seemingly everything he needs to get through the day, and still feeling a lack. "...chapel, after I wake up," he recites, "breakfast. Work. Lunch, work. ...do whatever Nerva asks, help with any labor needed around Skyhold until dinner. Chapel. Then..." He shrugs. "Sleep, and start over again." On days like today, when there aren't any extra tasks for which he's needed, he's able to go amuse himself as long as he stays out of trouble. Which... he's at least partially managed, depending on how one defines trouble.
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Date: 2016-04-13 03:57 am (UTC)"...chapel, after I wake up," he recites, "breakfast. Work. Lunch, work. ...do whatever Nerva asks, help with any labor needed around Skyhold until dinner. Chapel. Then..." He shrugs. "Sleep, and start over again." On days like today, when there aren't any extra tasks for which he's needed, he's able to go amuse himself as long as he stays out of trouble. Which... he's at least partially managed, depending on how one defines trouble.