The two of them were trekking back through the halls of the once great Haven Chantry. The halls echoed with each footstep.

"You know, it seems like I have been wrong about you, and for that I apologise." Cassandra stopped to turn to her companion. "You have been doing your best for the Inquisition and we, I couldn't have made such progress without you." She looked up to the Qunari. The Herald of Andraste. They had come a long way from prisoner to comrades in the Inquisition.

"Nor I without you" The Qunari bent down and captured the Seeker's mouth in a passionate kiss.

"I..uh..What was that!" Cassandra backed away from the suddenly affectionate Herald, stuttering through her words.

"Oh. I'm sorry, did I misread the situation?" The giant looked down saddened at the recoil.

"Yes. Please leave." She turned away, trying to hide the rising blush on her cheeks.

"I, I'm sor-"

"Just go!" Adaar left, slamming the door shut in her haste.

Cassandra let out a whimper and sank to her knees, struggling to cope with the heat that was slowly spreading up from her core.

"Oh Maker..."