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Leliana had procured the poison that Mairead, all but invisible among the serving staff, slipped into the dish. It was a subtle thing. If all went to plan, nobody would ever know that poison had been involved at all.
After, she slipped silently outside, where she met with Leliana. The woodland they met in made her think of Morrigan. She missed her with an ache in her chest. She had thought of her as she stood among the servants, too, comforting herself with imagining what cutting comments she would have made. She loved Leliana. So why was it not enough?