Ysa leans into him, tucking her own arm around his waist and holding on.

Gently.

"I went to see him. Anders. Justice. I thought -- but he was talking about destroying the Chantry during services, as if killing a thousand was justified, and -- "

The tears are falling faster now.

"He wanted me to join him. And -- no, no, I couldn't, not ever, not -- and he got so angry, and I knew -- "

She chokes back a sob.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I -- you have troubles too, and you keep dying and -- "