Rohan spoke comfortably with Varric, for the first time in far too long a time it seemed. The pair, inseparable in any distance swapped stories of their absence, filling in the holes not important enough to make it in letters. Talk turned on the Inquisition, remaining light for the both of them had their fill of heavy heartedness. In a hushed whisper the dwarf spun stories that sent waved of laughter, loud and pure, through the former Champion. They were quenched by the entrance of the hopeful Savior, though an amused curve to his lips gave away his heart. He was fond of the elf. In what little he knew of her, he still felt a kinship, both knew the struggles of carrying peoples hope. Her arms stretched mush further then his ever did, however, and he swore to shoulder whatever he could.The remark sent a laugh, almost musical, from his chest. "Don't worry yourself too much over it. Varric was just singing your praises, a shame you missed it." He winked, revealing the playfulness in his words.For that brief moment it felt as if the shadow of the sky was far off and the air clean enough to breath.
