Both his arms wrapped around her tightly, head bowed to rest his mouth against her shoulder, his voice muffled by the fabric of her clothing. "I would never have permitted you to face him, knowing that." there was a fierceness to the conviction in his voice. As determined and driven as he sounded when fighting off a pell of lyrium withdrawal. "We would have found a way-- send Iron Bull, Cassandra, Solas, whoever could wither Corypheus down before you stepped onto the battlefield..."

It was understandable, but no less frustrating, Part of him did scold himself softly for letting the past linger in the present. The past was that, the past, and decisions worked in their favor, Maker willing. He pulled away enough to cup her face in his hands, a smile breaking out over his face with a very soft bubble of his own laughter.

"We're going to start our own family. We're shaping the world for them, a better world. A world full of promise and hope."