blood was roaring in her ears. the arishok was waiting to strike —— the issue now was who. in her mind, noora knew it would come to this. something would go wrong, and her relationship with him would force the hand of the kirkwall qun and the viscount. here she was now at the precipice of the battle, and the last thing she’d done was argue with her brother and now leehra was stepping up to the plate. i won’t let you throw your life away, lee. she told her, fists clenched as she felt the eyes of a nation on her back. and now, all the bickering between them lead to this. she wonders if her friend is trying to play to noora’s weakness —— her love for the band of misfits she’d accumulated on her travels through kirkwall. “ i love you, leehra. but i can’t let you do this. you have to let me go. everything will turn out okay, i swear it. ”