Author's Notes: This was originally written for the Tuesday Prompt Fest at dragon_age on livejournal.
He was surprised that he did not feel relieved that she was gone.
He had expected to: she had a habit of dragging him everywhere from Darktown to the Wounded Coast whenever some opportunity to adventure had arisen. And she was a mage, and the less time he spent in the company of a mage the better.
But when her departure to the Deep Roads had finally arrived, he did not feel at peace; in fact, he had felt a lump form in his throat as she turned to give one final jaunty wave before disappearing from sight. And when he had returned home to the mansion, the place seemed a little darker now that the possibility of her barging in at any moment with some new adventure was gone.
So he contented himself with counting down the days until her return.
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