There's a short, sharp intake of breath as his lips press against her skin. She can't feel the kiss on the prosthetic, only the pressure he puts down. But the flesh one--It's almost enough to distract her from the look on his face, the whispered words. It's only then that it occurs to her--she had been too careless, too casual with letting him see her scars.

Scars he blamed himself for, of course. He never turned away the opportunity to find a way to make her problems his fault, did he?

"Vhenan." She whispers it to his back as he turns away from her. But he's already gone from her again, this time into the water. What else can she do, but what she has always done? She follows Solas, down into the water.

Which is wretchedly cold. She would have gasped, if not for the rebreather. The sensation itself is--bizarre. She doesn't care for it, but she cares less for drowning. She waves to Solas, waves her hand and points where they were told to go, then begins swimming. The entrance to the cave should be close, at least. It was the cave's twisting tunnels that would be the struggle.