#atvab

"Do you fear it? Death? It might take you quite young."  Immediately, her expression grew somber. "I know. No one is ever really safe from it at any age, and between Corypheus and Venatori and the Anchor — I know it won't be too long."  "And you're unafraid?"  "I'm terrified," she admitted with a nervous laugh, as if she were exposing something that shouldn't have been true. "But fear doesn't mean you stop." 

"That is not what I meant." She sighed. "Very well. I will say it plainly: what magic requires so much touching?"  "All of it. If you want it done right."  She shoved her hand up the rabbit and began to pull out intestines. "I do not follow." 

"Secretive is a strong word." He looked up at her, unable to help the smirk. "Is everything that is not immediately known to you considered a secret?"  "Yes," Cole said from beside them, just as Cassandra said, "No."  She shot the boy a glare. Solas chuckled. 

"Felassan," Solas said, suddenly towering over them. "Should she be using magic in her state? She is still drained from yesterday's events."  They both blinked as they were drawn out of the reverie, first looking at each other, then up at Solas.  "I'm not using magic," Tahmina said, quiet and confused, her mind still caught up in her beloved ritual.  "Go find a moon to howl at," Felassan said, waving him away. "This is training." He motioned to Tahmina. "Carry on."  Solas scowled but retreated to his seat by the fire, casting them curious glances over his shoulder. 

There was peace in creation for the sake of creation.