Surana stretched her hands over her head, a loud yawn escaping her lips as she followed the mountain path up to Skyhold. Leliana had tracked her down while in the Anderfels, stating Corypheus was no longer a threat and that she had invited all of their original companions to attend the banquet celebrating their victory. Surana had sent the crow back with a letter of her own, confirming she would come but told Leliana not to send detainers after her, like she had with Zevran. She hadn't know Morrigan and Leliana were working together, she was relieved that they hadn't killed each other. Leliana spoke of how Morrigan had changed, how Kieran had changed her. Surana wondered if Leliana and Morrigan had switched minds, Leliana had changed so much in ten years. Too much.

I wonder if I can convince her to tell me a story again.

Leliana also spoke of her new friends. Solas was one she was curious, and cautious, about. She told Surana how Inquisitor Lavellan was heart broken that he had left suddenly. She knew if anyone could find this Solas, it would be Leliana. Hell, she tracked Surana down – multiple times. She spoke of Varric and Dorian, Bull and Cassandra, Vivienne and Blackwall, Sera and Cole, Josephine and...Cullen. Surana hadn't realized Cullen was the Inquisitions Commander. She silently hoped it was a different Cullen, begging to the Maker and the bloody Creators that it was a different Cullen.

But she knew better. It was The Cullen. The Templar she had specifically kept away from since the attack on The Ferelden Circle years ago. The Templar that admitted his infatuation with the mage. The Templar that had broken her heart with four words.

I know better now.

"I can't believe I agreed to this." Surana sighed, kicking a pebble that laid on the pavement into the snow.

"Why the long face, my friend?" Zevran walked up behind Surana, startling the Warden half to death.

"You still feel the need to do that even after all these years?" Surana practically yelled, clutching onto her chest. Zevran held in his laughter, a smile taking it's place on his lips and he hooked arms with Surana.

"Come," Zevran lead her up the trail, "Leliana told me I wasn't allowed back inside Skyhold until I found you."

"Ugh," Surana groaned, pushing some hair out of her face, "Can't you just say I died?"

"I would need to bring a body back for proof." Zevran smirked, pulling out a dagger from his belt and twirling it around his finger.

"Stop." Surana pushed him away, a playful smile, "You creep me out when you get all assassiny on me."

"You are still squeamish when it comes to knives?" Zevran raised an eyebrow, sheathing the knife back in his belt.

"Yes." Surana nodded, adjusting the pack on her back, "I would like to stay that way. Mages who like knives..."

Surana looked down, kicking another pebble, as they neared Skyhold's bridge. Zevran frowned, "You aren't like those mages, my friend. You need to stop comparing yourself to them."

"I can turn into one of those mages, Zev." Surana looked up at Skyhold as they stood on the bridge, "But I don't want to think about that right now. At this moment, I just want a drink."

Zevran laughed and grabbed Surana's hand, "You've come to the right place! The tavern has the best drinks, plus this Iron Bull character. Did you know the Qunari have this drink that can make you lose your voice for six straight hours?"

Surana walked up to the top of the stairs of the rotunda, seeing Leliana placing one of her crows back in her cage. Surana cleared her throat, setting her pack down against the wall. Leliana turned her head, a warm smile on her face as she saw Surana.

"Surana! My, it's been to long!" Leliana and Surana hugged, Surana refusing to let go.

"It's been too long. Jeez...almost ten years." Surana let go of Leliana, wiping away a tear. "Sorry. Memories tend to flood back during moments like these."

Leliana laughed and hugged Surana again, "Come! I must show you around!"

"O-Oh!" Surana averted her eyes as Leliana grabbed her hand, "Ze-Zevran already showed me around! Yeah. The tavern is...amazing. I'm most likely just going to stay in there the entire time."

Leliana rolled her eyes, pulling Surana down the stairs, "Have you met Lavellan's companions?"

"Y-Yes! I met Bull and...and Dorian and Varric – Who I gushed over. I didn't know you meant Varric Tethras! I love his books!" Surana, unwillingly, followed Leliana.

"Have you met the Inquisitor yet?" Leliana looked back at Surana as they walked down the last flight of stairs.

"No, she was meeting with-" Surana missed a step, quickly catching herself before Cullen could see her.

"Leliana, I heard the Warden has arrived." Cullen walked into the rotunda from the other side, looking down at a letter. Leliana hummed in confirmation, walking towards him.

"Yes, she is...was right behind me." Leliana furrowed her brows and shook her head, "Sorry, Commander. She must have left to relax. It was a long trip from The Anderfels. Did you wish to speak with her?"

"O-Oh. No...I was just—confirming that she had arrived." Cullen cleared his throat, "I just received word that King Alistair will arrive on time."

Cullen handed the letter to Leliana, whose smile only grew, "Great! I can't wait to see everyone together again! If only the others were able to attend. Hmm, maybe next time. Thank you, Commander."

Cullen nodded, leaving out the door to the main hall. Surana had hid behind the wall, not even peaking for fear of being caught. Leliana walked back into the stairs hallway and smirked.

"You still love him."

"I don't love him." Surana hissed, quickly regaining her composure and brushing off her Warden Mage Robes. She glared at Leliana as she stifled in a giggle. Surana pushed past Leliana and started towards the door Cullen walked out of, "I'll prove it."

Surana pushed the door open, hearing a crack and than seeing Cullen stagger back, holding his nose.

"Maker!" Cullen cursed, loudly, clutching onto his nose.

"Cullen!" Surana froze, "Oh, Maker! I'm sorry!"

Varric sat in his chair next to the fireplace, chuckling, "Smooth, Warden!" Surana glared at Varric and moved next to Cullen, "Let me look at it."

"No-" Cullen placed a hand on Surana's shoulder, keeping her at arms length, "I am fine." Cullen quickly let go of her shoulder and walked out of the main hall, cursing under his breath while pulling out a piece of cloth from his pocket. Leliana smirked, appearing behind Surana who was dumbfounded and blushing madly.

"He..." Surana looked down at her hands.

"Surana?" Leliana moved in front of her friend.

"He pushed me away." Surana frowned, clenching her fists.

"N-No! He was in shock – you just broke his nose, Surana!" Leliana placed a hand on her shoulder, a reassuring smile, "I promise. He is just in shock."

"Commander?" Lavellan walked into Cullen's office, shutting the door behind her. She heard some shuffling from the loft above before a loud curse.

"Cullen?" Lavellan furrowed her brows, heading to the ladder, "I'm coming up – whether or not your decent."

Cullen was sitting on the bed when Lavellan stepped off the ladder, his head leaned back and a handkerchief stuffed into his nostrils. Lavellan placed a hand over her mouth, hiding her smile, "What happened?"

"I rather not speak of it." Cullen hissed, adjusting the handkerchief.

"You know Surana arrived, yes?" Lavellan moved behind Cullen, kneeling on the bed, "Let me look at that."

Cullen leaned his head against her chest, pulling out the handkerchief to let her heal his nose.

"Yes." Cullen grunted, "How do you think I got this?"

Lavellan laughed, poking the tip of Cullen's nose to see how he would react. He cringed but didn't scream. Good sign.

"She did this to you? Oh, I can't wait to met her. She did an amazing job. She didn't reposition it but this is going to hurt for weeks." Lavellan quickly healed the nose, pushing him away, "Are you going to tell her?"

"Tell her what?" Cullen pushed himself off the bed, moving over to the vanity to clean off the blood. He picked up a cloth that laid next to the bowl of water and started cleaning himself off.

"How she is a lovely woman." Lavellan laid, stomach down, on the bed. She smirked at Cullen, who saw it through the mirror. "How you want to see said lovely woman...naked."

"Oh, Maker Lavellan." Cullen hissed, glaring at her through the mirror, "Must you do this now?"

"After she leaves Skyhold, you might never get this chance again." Lavellan moved off the bed and walked up to Cullen, "You said you wanted to apologize. Go apologize."

"I-I will, just...not today." Cullen's lips thinned, looking down at the bloody cloth.

"You can't avoid her forever, Cullen." Lavellan placed a hand on Cullen's shoulder, "If you don't talk to her by the banquet tomorrow night, I'm taking matters into my own hands."

"Please, don't." Cullen chuckled, looking at Lavellan. She smiled and poked his forehead, "I will. You are like a brother to me, Cullen. I need to see you happy."

"I am happy." He furrowed his brows, looking down at her confused.

"Uh-huh." Lavellan rolled her eyes and headed for the ladder, "Tell her, Cullen! Or I will do something drastic!"

"Did you really break his nose?" Alistair stared, shocked, at Surana. Alistair, Leliana, Zevran and Surana sat at the bar in the tavern. Bull had been thrown out on account of trying to get the Warden shit-faced.

"I di'it on accident!" Surana defended herself, face flushed from whatever Bull had been handing her to drink, "I didn't know he was walking back through the fucking door!"

"You should have seen his face, Alistair. Priceless." Leliana laughed, sipping at her wine.

"Have you seen him since?" Zevran asked, bringing a bottle newly opening bottle of wine to his lips.

"N-No! Oh Maker! I can never show my face to him again! Z-Zevran! I give you permission to kill me, Maker, please kill me, Zevran!" Surana cried, letting her head fall onto the bar with a loud bang.

Zevran pouted, "I always wondered what it would be like when she cried out the Makers name. I am, honestly, a little disappointed."

"She's drunk, Zev. I'm sure she sounds better when she's sober." Alistair nudged him, the men laughing as Leliana told them to be nice.

"Like you should talk, Alistair. You do remember the night before the camp was attacked by shrieks, hmm?" Leliana smirked and raised her glass of wine towards Alistair.

"I—I don't, no." Alistair rubbed the back of his neck, averting his eyes to his mug. Leliana and Zevran laughed, Surana adding a few giggles of her own remembering that night.

"Oh, for heaven's sake," Morrigan walked into the tavern, an amused look on her face, "You've already started drinking without me."

"Morrigan!" Surana quickly stood up, running over to Morrigan and hugging her. "You're alive!"

"Yes," Morrigan pursed her lips, her arms laying limp at her sides, "I see you still want hugs."

"Morrigan," Surana looked up at her friend and pouted, "I broke Cullen's nose."

"Ah," Morrigan nodded, patting Surana on the head, "I see. 'Tis explaining why the Commander was walking around with his nose hidden behind a scroll."

"Did he look okay?" Surana took a step back, letting go of Morrigan.

"He looked scared, honestly." Morrigan walked with Surana back to the bar, "Like something else was about to happen to his face."

"Ugh!" Surana sank down on the stool, covered her head with her arms, "He thinks I'm going to attack him."

"It was by accident, yes?" Morrigan placed a hand on Alistair and Zevran's shoulder, acknowledging them.

"Maybe," Alistair smirked, "It seems she still has a crush on the poor bastard."

"H-Hey!" Surana stood up, her stool falling onto the ground behind her. "He isn't a bastard…!" They all smirked at her, waiting for her to realize she didn't deny the crush.

"And I don't have a crush on him!" Surana huffed, tripping over the stool, and quickly scurrying out the tavern.