[Iona listens is stunned silence as he speaks, her heart breaking. A month. He spent a month, there... in the Tower with the demons and blood mages. Oh, Creators. She’d already appreciated what the Hero of Ferelden had done for Thedas (and the fact that she’s an elf had been appreciated, too), but now... she appreciates the woman so much more.
Or whoever it had been in his Thedas. It doesn’t matter. They saved him.
There’s nothing she can do to change what he’s gone through, but she can be there for him now. Her hand tightens around his, and her other comes up to cradle his cheek.] Not possible, Cullen. [His experience or lack thereof doesn’t matter. Hers is no deep well to draw from, either. What matters is him.] There’s no one else in the whole of the Quarantine that I want.
no subject
Or whoever it had been in his Thedas. It doesn’t matter. They saved him.
There’s nothing she can do to change what he’s gone through, but she can be there for him now. Her hand tightens around his, and her other comes up to cradle his cheek.] Not possible, Cullen. [His experience or lack thereof doesn’t matter. Hers is no deep well to draw from, either. What matters is him.] There’s no one else in the whole of the Quarantine that I want.