Oh starry night, come and chart a course

[freedom_is_grey]

Ysalwen can feel the red lyrium singing just beyond what her ears can hear. Sarai and her company are on their way to Isabela's ship, and now that she's managed to gather her Wardens -- and Zevran -- from the surrounding crowd, it's doubtless time for them to be on their way as well.

Hopefully Isabela's ship has enough room.

(These are the details she's thinking about to keep from seeing Orsino's corpse-armor, or Meredith's mad eyes, or all the poor trampled souls that couldn't get out of the way of panicking crowds. It -- isn't really helping. But she can pretend.)

"Nathaniel, Idanna, come away. We're more a hindrance than a help, now. And I'm too well known."

She can already feel the stares. And the whispers.

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"Thank you." He rubs at his brow with his other hand; it's an unguarded gesture. "I wish -- if we can ever be in a position to provide aid -- "

And color heightens his cheeks for a moment, as he remembers their previous meeting.

"Rest assured that as long as I have any say in the matter, the Grey Wardens will have safe passage and welcome through the city."

[freedom_is_grey]

"I believe you," she says earnestly, because --

Well.

She does.

"And thank you. I'll -- we'll be in touch as soon as possible after we reach Amaranthine. I -- hope to send more than letters straight off, but I can't guarantee that. Soon, though. I -- "

At her side Liranan shifts, likely in response to a nudge from Zevran.

"Yes. We should -- I -- It's probably best if we go. The tide -- "

[howtoactfereldan]

"Yes."

Cullen tightens his grip, just for a moment -- and lets go.

"Safe travels, Warden-Commander."

It's better than the last parting. One very, very small bright spot.

[freedom_is_grey]

She watches him a moment as he disengages, then sweeps her gaze over the courtyard, blood and broken statues and all.

It's horrible in its familiarity, and he has to stay.

Sweet Andraste.

Her gaze meets his, then, just for a moment.

"Be well. Cullen."

With a sweep of her hand she pulls the hood of her cloak up, shielding her white hair from view, and follows the shadowy figures of Zevran, Nathaniel, and Sigrun into the crowd.

They really do have to leave with the tide.

And this is not a place to let anyone see her cry.