She laughs then, loud and bright and happy. There's a lightness in her step as she laces a hand into Solas', pulling him along towards the dock. It does feel like those old times again, nostalgia and time dimming the rough edges from her memories. She feels younger, thinking of them.

"You'll regret it when we're swimming around in a mysterious, dark cave," She predicts, though she suspects that's false. "But I've taken you worse places, I suppose. Do you remember the Fallow? Eugh."

It was gone now, of course. The Blight hardly had any work to do, to snuff out the life in it. Few would mourn it's loss.