Ysalwen's leaking again, tears streaking down her cheeks. She doesn't bother brushing them away.

She does sniffle again, though.

"I promise not to crush your ribs with my amazing thews. I swear."

Bro hugs have been missed.

"I just -- I did try, and I tried to plan, and I thought maybe -- but there's -- I didn't know he made Justice into Vengeance, no one knew, and I couldn't -- "

Please hug her and make her shut up, Dave. Please.

(Ysa couldn't save Dave, either. None of them could. Poor, poor Nepeta. Sweet Andraste, perhaps she will have a visitation, too.)