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He was truly considering his chances for survival right now. Him vs the frozen wilderness. He wondered if he were to make a run for it would he make it? Would he freeze to death first or would the soldiers at Haven track him down and drag him back to the Chantry kicking and screaming? He never meant to leave home for long. This was solely a trip to hear what the humans had to say about their situation, learn what he could, and find out if there was any information that might be helpful to his people in trying to survive whilst being caught in the crossfire of a war.

He never meant to never return. He didn't know whether or not he regretted what he did--mostly cause he didn't even remember what that was. What he did know is that whatever it was it was hard to forgive because now he was being held prisoner by these humans who all thought he was some prophet. He wasn't a person to them, just a symbol for them to cling onto in their desperation. Why couldn't they see that?

Whether or not he would make it home or not, he'd already put together a few things that he thought might help him along the way. They were all packed up--he just actually had to do it. Leave. Run away. Run as fast as he possibly could and hope he made it far enough to have disappeared without a trace.

Well, they’ve made it to the Inquisition. Raserei and his men were settling into Skyhold as well as they could. Turned out they weren’t the only mercenary band to join. Though while they had all merc’d before for their Hold, they weren’t like the Chargers, more akin to concerned Avvar who decided to leave the relative safety of their hold to help fix this Lowlander blunder. 

After all it effected them all and no Hold was going to protect them, and this kind of fuckery had left their Sky Lady wounded. 

Raserei looked around for someone more official than a simple scout. His mages had concerns, namely if they were safe. There was a lot of bad blood between the Avvar and the Lowland Chantry and the templar raids didn’t help. So naturally the mages that came with him were on edge. 

An elf caught his eye, oh they looked like they might be higher up on the pecking order around here and they appeared to be walking his way. Perfect.

“We will only not make it if we stop now!” Aylen retorted to the Inquisitor. They were pretty battered, the Inquisitor most of all, and on top of that the sky thought it would be nice to drop a thunderstorm on them! The skies had gone dark, the air felt like static, their gear was soaked. Wounded and lost like this they wouldn’t survive out in the open. They had to find shelter to rest and treat their injuries. How had they ended up like this? A simple quest to check the area had turned into chaos when they encountered a large group of demons, not even close to a rift! It was supposed to be calm around these parts, according to the reports. Aylen had been tasked to escort the Inquisitor and help her with her scouting and hunting knowledge - which fortunately had helped in losing their attackers just as the storm began. “Come on, Inquisitor, don’t give up now,” she turned back to Daisy and took her by the arm so they wouldn’t get separated. The storm made it harder to see ahead, and easy to lose a companion in the middle of it. “Stay with me, we’ll find shelter soon. There are caves in these parts, ruins as well, where we could be safe until the storm relents. But we have to keep moving.” Or else they would get struck and roasted by lightning!

Daisy didn’t want to be pessimistic about the situation but the words had stumbled out of her mouth. She was exhausted and hurt and the weather had made it all the worse. She felt like she could collapse at any second. It was only by the grace of Aylen that she hadn’t quite yet. 

It seemed that luck had abandoned them the moment they had decided on scouting out the area. Daisy had no idea how it gone so wrong. She hadn’t seen anything like it before. At least, not in a very long time. She had thought it would have been a simple task, and now here they were. Desperately trying to find shelter before something really wrong happened. She didn’t blame Aylen and nor did she blame those who had reported the area safe before. It was just a disaster. 

Daisy took a steadying breathe, not nearly enough to fill her lungs, but it helped stabilize her for the moment as she let Aylen lead her on. She was doing a poor job as a leader at the moment. She was supposed to be the Inquisitor and here she was. Almost collapsed and nearly giving up hope! “I trust you.” Daisy did not say more but it was enough. She trusted Aylen to guide them on. She moved just a bit quicker. 

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There were a few things that Ariadne knew, from the time she and Aylen had spent together.

1. There were quite a few things that Ariadne didn’t know about the Dalish, and many things she thought she knew were, in fact, rude stereotypes that she needed to fix. 2. Aylen had the patience of a saint and gladly corrected everything that Ariadne brought to her attention. 3. Aylen was beautiful, kind, and warm. 4. Ariadne was fucked.

The Marissa-shaped wound was far too fresh for Ariadne to consider Aylen as anything other than a hot friend who made her blush - the thought of replacing Marissa alone made Ariadne’s stomach churn with horror. Still, it made simple tasks a challenge. Like changing, or responding to clever jokes, or watching a sunset, or making camp.

Not to say that Ariadne at all regretting Aylen’s presence. No, no, absolutely not.

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Pelle did not mean to stare at Aylen in her time of frustrated need, but she really did look like a kicked puppy. Her appearance took him by surprise at first, as he was almost certain it wasn’t raining. He couldn’t resist to check just past her head when she appeared with hair and clothing clinging to her skin. No rain, just a very wet and cross elf.

So she had gotten into some trouble with a horse--did he dare ask what that had to do with her being sopping wet? Though it did raise another ire of concern in the Inquisitor’s conscience. A skittish horse....was she harmed? Did it kick her? Was she okay? Aside from being soaked to the skin of course.

If anything she needed cry clothes first, he could ask questions later. He took a small step to the side and lifted the entrance to his tent a little to create a clear walk way for Aylen.

The faintest smile tugged at Evelyn's lips as she watched the Inquisitor stop and turn, emerald eyes resting upon her. Seeing the elf become flustered was a gentle reminder that this powerful leader was still a person.

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