He was hurt, resting in the infirmary in a lighthouse in the fade. He’s sure he’s been in weirder predicaments, with having been in the inquisitions and Kirkwall during the fifth blight.

He was in and out of sleep mostly, trying to heal as fast as possible when the door opened. Reluctantly he opened his weary eyes, believing rook or one of the others needed him. But no. It was you, newly crowned queen of Ferelden much too far from her country.

“You’re here.” Back in the day you two had quite the history, before you started seeing Fenris and he had chosen Bianca. He looked up at you as you sat in the seat next to his bed, regal even without the crown and throne.