[There it was. The moment Leliana wasn't rushing to meet her, that was the confirmation she needed. It was her words that finally spelled out the details. That was what was missing from her eyes: recognition.

The pit of her stomach fell out and her heart clenched painfully. 'I feel safe in your arms. Accepted.' Her beautiful bard...she'd opened up her heart to her and now...

She couldn't stop the pain, it hit full force and winded her. It was too many questions and uncertainty and confusion and her mind spun- but she would not let this place get the better of her. She was not weak and, no matter what Wynne thought, heartbreak would not make her falter.

A smile slipped onto her face, it was weaker, the pain still fresh in it, but it was not forced. Her hand came up as though to stroke Leliana's cheek, but she hesitated and set it on her arm instead.]

I will take comfort in the fact they did not take you from me fully. We are both still here, even if you do not know me as I know you.

[A bit more bold, her fingers came up to stroke a bit at the ends of that soft red hair as her eyes darted around Leliana's face to take in every detail.]

You're older...but you are still just as beautiful. Just as strong. [Her hand fell, hopeful her open affection did not scare her bard off.]