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It may be out of line for her to suggest something to a total stranger, but Vivi couldn't help but worry at the pallor of their skin.

She could be worrying for nothing, though.

Andrale heard amongst whispers that the Tempus Museum held portraits from their memory for the summer season. Andrale had not created many here yet, so she hoped it would be memories from Thedas. From home.

The Grey Warden stands before a grandly painted canvas, her hands clenching the fabric at her sides. Tears well in her eyes as she looks upon the scene before her.

A quiet moment of camp. Leliana playing a lute, Sulevin playing fetch with Sten, Wynne treating Alistair's burn from cooking that night, Shale and Oghren off to the sides - Oghren already in his cups again.

In the center of the warmly painted scene, Zevran leaning in to place something in Andrale's bowl. Both laughing, both gazing at each other in love.