Having fallen out of the Breach hardly an hour earlier was suddenly the least of your problems. Seeker Cassandra had been trying her best to keep demons away while leading you though the fighting, to catch up with her companions. They had been fighting the outpour from a veil tear for much too long.

The rift was closed, the immediate air falling quiet. People stare at the new face, expressions turning from confusion, to realization, to horror.

The Inquisitor, the Herald of Andraste, was a child. Not a teenager, not a young adult, a child.

Cassandra had already come to terms with the fact, sure, but Varric and Solas definitely have not. The danger now temporarily concluded, the two are... Worried, to say the least.