He will not hurt, he will not love. He will not leave her castle or her mind. She who conquers hell and coaxes kings cannot make this clanless vagabond do anything.

She refuses to give up.

“Enough, da’len. What have you done?”

He reaches for her cheek, the creases on his brow begin to deepen. She slaps his hand away and spits upon the ground between them. It is a universal symbol of disdain, but Dalish women are so very good at it.