[The man collapsing to the ground is immediately forgotten when the Warden stepped into her space, their breaths mingling for only seconds before she feels the brush of her lips against hers. It was like having a bucket of ice come crashing over her head.

The last anyone she had been so intimate with had been Marjolaine and that had gone crashing down in a glorious bout of flames. She'd been young and foolish and awed by her tales of intrigue only for it to bite her in the end like the viper she was.]

I- [She would definitely be seen as amiss for her complete rejection, but it was best to get it out of the way.]

I'm n- Maker how did Alistair explain this...? Probably stumbled all over himself, damned it all... [There was no way she made sense, but it was clear she was not in a mood for kissing. She puts a gentle hand between the two of them, resting against the woman's chest as she steps back.]

I'm not- I'm not her - the Leliana you remember. This place - it has a way of bringing people from different times, different versions of the same world. In your world you remember me as a lover but I-

[She takes a deep breath, removing her hand from the woman only to bring it over her face.]

I'm so sorry. This is a mistake of some kind. I can't- how is that even fair to say...?

[She laughs bitterly, looking off to the side as if she could find all the answers in the dilapidated stalls around them or perhaps Riona would magically appear beside her with comfort and guidance.]