Nobody expects the Elfquisition.

Can you imagine all the stress the Warden and Alistair must have felt everytime their party was fighting with darkspawn. One bite and that companion is done for. Especially for Wardens that romanced someone other than Alistair. To have to fight alongside your friends and LI, worrying about them getting scratched or bitten or getting darkspawn blood in them in any possible way. The feeling of duty, that you have to be there to stand between them and the darkspawn cause you, you are the one who’s immune. The horror of being separated by them in the heat of battle and being unable to assist them. The careful cleaning afterwards so that they won’t come in contact with darkspawn blood on their weapons and armor. How miraculous it is that after a year of constantly fighting darkspawn, all of them survive.

When shems invite you to their ball only to make fun of you.