I look at Solas and back at her. "Fine with me, as long as you can explain how we are what we are." She smiles. "Of course. See, like you already know, we're a child of the Fade. That means we weren't born among the outside. You have one in your group, too. Cole and us a fluke race that came to be here among the demons. We have no particular purpose so we can remain here without corruption and our abilities can lie dormant. Basically mortal with demon perks. Children born of the Fade can live on continuously as long as they renew their vessel. We are the only ones to never lose connection to ourselves and our past lives along with the memories. It also happens to be the reason we survived the anchor the first time." My thoughts fall back to that day. The day Solas was telling me how I seemed unlike other Dalish. When he finally let me break through and confessed how he felt the day he found me. He wasn't that far off. Should I do this? I shake my head and look at her, smiling. "Well, that explains a lot. Good enough for me. Come on." I offer my hand and she takes it grinning. "Oh, how I've missed you." She smoothly merges with me and only shakes my footing slightly. Solas rushes over and catches me and gently lowers me to the ground. "Are you alright?" I sigh and allow the soft throbbing in my head to pass and grin. I remember it all, now. Duncan, Alistair, even Morrigan. I look at him and I'm nearly in tears and hug him. "I'm better than alright. I haven't felt this complete before." He smiles and kisses my forehead and helps me up. "Your eyes have changed, too. The same look in them but, they're green now. Have you checked your wounds, yet? You moved better too." I waste no time lifting my blouse and removing the bandages to find that they'd already scarred over. I look at Solas as I remove them and chuckle. "No need for them anymore." He looks distracted for the slightest of seconds before offering his hand for us to wake up. When I open my eyes, he's already standing up and pacing. "Solas, what is wrong? You were fine a moment age. You're pacing." He looks flustered now. "Is there place we can be alone for a while? Nothing is wrong, vhenan. Something I should have done a long time ago, that's all." I'm the puzzled one now but, I nod and stand up and lead him to my quarters and ask the guards to leave and shut the doors behind them. They nod and leave swiftly and leave us in only each other's presence. He comes close to me and wraps his arms around me. "Nyssa, you have to promise me that you will never put up with more than you can handle. I never want you to go anywhere. Let this only go as far as you want, understood?" I nod and wrap my arms around his neck and he leans in kissing me. His hands are shaking as they hold me. I pull him close to comfort him and that seems to steady him as we start to make out. We fall onto my bed and end up finally making love to each other. Afterwards, we now lay there beneath the blankets and holding each other. "I'm sorry about my lack of control, vhenan. It took all my self control before just to protect you from what I was. It was selfish of me." I sit up and look down at him lying there, shaking my head and smiling. "Shut up, you idiot. I wouldn't have let that happen if it wasn't the same way for me." He shakes his head and traces along my scars. "These wouldn't be here if I'd just left you be. I've corrupted perfection with nightmares." I'm furious now and I've turned completely towards him. "How dare you talk like that, Solas. If not for you, I wouldn't be here." I hold up my prosthetic arm for him. "I'm lucky I lost only this much. If not for you, it would've taken me apart, piece by piece. You don't get to say you ruined a perfect story. You're the one who wrote it. Every scar and every wound is a story that you didn't let end. You can't close the book just because you don't like how it goes till the end. I can also guarantee you this isn't the end." He smiles and grabs my prosthetic hand and caresses it. "You're right. I do have you and I should be happy with that." Just then, there's a knock at the door. I'm quickly to my feet and slipping into my evening gown to answer it. When I get there, though, whoever is gone. All that's left is a small letter addressed from Empress Celene. I pick it up, looking around and make my way back inside. I sit on the bed and open it to read:
