Leliana watched Marcel and Anora wonder the gardens. She giggled to herself how serious Marcel was compared to last night. Around her, she noticed Marcel was always calm and relaxed, couldn't say the same about him around Anora. She continued looking at Marcel for a few minutes then took a deep breath of fresh air and closed the window. Leliana loved being with Marcel, she never had a dull moment with him, he was her lover and she giggled at that thought but she really hated the fact that she could never be seen in public with him. Leliana liked Anora, but she was jealous, jealous of the fact that people would never say how lovely Leliana and Marcel were together, but how lovely Marcel and Anora were together.
Leliana took one look at Marcel and walked toward the mirror. She started feeling nauseated and sat down. This was the second time this week she had woken up nauseated, she just sat there staring at ceiling. "Ugh… Fereldan food." She thought to herself. She had been living in Fereldan with Marcel for two years and still couldn't stand the food, but twice in a week was unusual. "Oh, Maker…. Maybe I just need a cold bath." She thought as dizziness caused her to take a step back.