[ if she'd had doubts before, this has ended them. the fear, where before there'd been only defiance. intuition isn't proof. absent evidence isn't proof,

but proof only matters to a point.

siouna, of all people. she lets her eyes drift across the courtyard. the chantry's own gardens are so subdued, this sandy soil tended with relentless practicality. is there beauty in them? when was the last time she found anything beautiful?

wren massages her throat, ignores the ringing in her ears as she commits the details to memory (an untrustworthy thing, but she'll have pen in hand soon enough). ]

I understand. The momentum of a moment, yes? Another reason to exercise caution in our present surroundings. The Fade is close within Kirkwall,

[ and one of them has a poorly-understood link to it embedded in her bloody chest — ]

But you know this better than I.

Any discipline will be handled internally, and is not mine to decide. However, I do not believe it would be in anyone's interests to pursue.

Inquisition leadership will be made aware of those involved. Whether the three of you remain a piece of the public explanation is a matter for discussion between yourselves. You are all adults, capable of making your own choices.

I will be speaking with your companions upon my return. Seeker Reed and Ser Ashlock have also been investigating this. I have known them both to be fair, rational men with the Inquisition's best interests in mind. Should they wish to speak with you, there is no cause for alarm.

[ beyond the inevitable. ]

I am out of the country several more days. After this, you may reach me within the Gallows, if you require it.