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The garden is the second to last place she visits before she leaves Skyhold forever. Her fingers brush over leaves of elfroot, planted with Cole and Solas at her side. The cold air burns her lungs as she breathes deep, tears burn at her eyes but she doesn’t let them fall. This was never really her place, no matter what Solas said about it (or painted on its walls, and that thought aches with such ferocity she wonders if she’ll be able to stand in the rotunda at all).
This is the one place she had left her mark with her own hand. There’s a joke about Dalish and walls in the back of her mind (she blames Varric) but it flits away as she slides her hand over the shockingly cold stone of one of the statues. She wonders one last time what this place really was, to it’s previous owners (her people?), what it really was to Solas.
Then she turns her back on the cold, nameless statues, the hardy little healing plants, and on this place that had once almost been home to her.