Lucanis stayed close, settling in the edge if the bed beside her, angled so he could brush a few wayward strands of auburn from her face and behind a pointed ear. Behind her was a wall — wooden but, mercifully, not rotting. This place wasn't totally in shambles.

His brows furrowed. "Varric?" He hadn't had the pleasure, but he had naturally heard of the incident with Solas that lead them all to the lighthouse in the first place. "I should have given you more time to breathe before I told you everything. It's... it's a lot. Just relax. You can stay here tonight. "