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The first time Solas encounters her, the anchor on her palm casts a green haze over the darkened cell where she sleeps like the dead. She is beautiful, in the way that the Dalish are—an echo of something ancient yet still new, heedless. She is also terrifying, living proof that his plans have gone awry. Something to correct.
A year can change many things.
When he returns to Skyhold, freshly awakened from a dark and fruitless dream, she waits for him. Her embrace is bruising, as if she didn’t expect to see him again.
A touch can change everything.