"Surana!" Leliana attempted, in vain, to calm her old friend.
The Warden did not change course as she stepped quickly through Skyhold's great hall.
Noises filled the air: gasping nobles, weapons preparing to defend, companions running to find out the source of the chaos.
And there stood the Inquisitor, rising from her throne. She seemed calm, all things considered.
"You!" spat Surana. "You took him from me!"
"Warden-Commander Surana, I did no such thing. He chose to remain."
"To protect you and the Champion."
"Yes. "
"Were your lives worth so much?"
"I can't say. All I know is that a great man, a Warden, died saving people he barely knew. Isn't that what your order stands for?"
Surana's shoulders slumped somewhat, her anger dying down.
"Use your mark, then. Open a rift so that I might find him. He deserves better than to be lost there."
"Even if I could, you wouldn't find him. I think you know that."
Despite the Warden's hatred of the woman before her, she knew she was right. The realization that her love was gone left her weeping, her knees hitting hard against the cold, grey stone, her staff falling uselessly from her fingers.
Leliana stepped forward, resting a gentle hand on her friend's shoulder; she kissed her head softly.
With Leliana's assistance, the Warden gathered herself back up. She stood as proudly as she could.
"I wish you luck then, Inquisitor." She turned to Leliana. "Friend, if you could do me one last favor?"
"Anything."
"Could you tell the Wardens that I will begin my Calling now."