Remielle didn’t weep watching the construction team take away the decorations inside Skyhold, Remielle didn’t sob witnessing the walls being stripped of their tapestry adornments, and Remielle’s eyes didn’t mist up when she donated all of Skyhold’s fortune to the dedicated men and women who worked alongside her for all the years the Inquisition was active.

At least, that’s what it looked like on the surface. Inside, Remielle was torn up, feeling herself losing bits and pieces of the life she had grown quite accustomed to. It wasn’t the prestige that came with her title that she would miss, it wasn’t the glory that came with slaying beasts like Corypheus and his dragon, no, it was the way she could help the people of Thedas that Remielle would miss most of all. 

The weather decided to match her mood, as heavy rain fell over the now gutted Skyhold; only Remielle, Cullen, Cassandra, Leliana, Josephine, and Harding were left standing in front of the empty fortress they all once proudly called home. With a heavy heart, Remielle was helped inside the carriage that would be taking them down the mountain path. Once they reached the bottom of the mountain, she would be parted from her Advisers; and slowly the pain etched itself onto her face for the first time today.

“I had so much planned for the Inquisition, Cullen. There were still so many people I could have helped. Now, I’ve been stripped of the power to do so...I don’t...I don’t want to say goodbye!” Remielle sobbed. Remielle clung onto her husband for dear life and wailed in his arms, burying her face into the warm fur lining of his cloak. Cassandra’s teeth clamped down onto her lips, tears welling up in her eyes at how helpless she was to comfort her dearest friend. Josephine offered Remielle a handkerchief from her pocket, and she gratefully accepted it with a tearful smile on her face.

“T-thank you Josie!” Remielle stuttered.

Leliana had been in this position before with the Hero of Ferelden ten years back, and no matter how hard she tried to keep up the rock solid wall between herself and her emotions, her eyes betrayed her as tears fell freely from her face; farewells between close friends were always incredibly difficult. Harding gently stroked Remielle’s arm, hoping to help soothe her addled nerves. The carriage finally began its slow, mournful descent down the mountain, once again leaving Skyhold in isolated silence.