"So are you," she replies, her own voice quavering as she clings to him, her face pressed against his shoulder. She wasn't a stranger to their being apart, but never like this. Never in a situation where she genuinely thought he could be gone for good.

"Andraste be praised," she's never shown a whole lot of faith in the Chant unless directly asked about it, but right now she can't help but feel like a little of that quiet belief has been justified.