The creeping dread was growing hands. Digging fingers into the back of her neck. Making the hair on her scalp crawl. "That's a really weird question," Rook observed, already wide green eyes widening with concern. "We just got back from Arlathan. We freed the Dalish from the Venatori. And got a better look at that damn dragon of Elgar'nan's while we were there. You were there, the whole time, with me, with all of us, so I'm not really sure why you'd think you'd never see me again..."