For the first time since the days just beyond the Fifth Blight, the world felt as though it might begin to reassemble itself into something prosperous, peaceful, and possibly lasting. It was enough for him to have Pel in his arms, but to imagine that Thedas over would be discussing them and their accomplishments... it made him swell with pride for her. His own accomplishments were not trifle, but he was still working toward a goal.

He did not resist when Pel turned to face him, letting his hands rest upon her hips-- so slim that he was afraid he might break her, but... he knew better. She was one of the strongest people he knew, so when she looked up at him with such trepidation he wasn't sure if she was playing a prank on him or not.

"...Will you be returning to your clan?" he asked, letting his worst fears come to the fore. The Inquisition was situated here, but if she were to be safest, he would recommend she stay with her clan. They were keen on picking up and moving on a moment's notice, well equipped to handle the dangers that would face her...