"… healed everything I can, but we have to wait for her to wake, Tria."
"Can we get her back to Skyhold though?"
"When she wakes, yes. Ah, I think she's coming to."
"Hmm," Artemis opened her hazel eyes and saw the mage from before leaning over her, "What, dragon! What happened?" she asked, taking stock of her surroundings.
"We killed it. Couldn't have it fucking things around here more than it already has, besides, its Bull's birthday."
Artemis blinked, and looked at the Qunari that was stood to the side, getting out a lyrium potion for the mage that healed her. "Is killing dragons something you do often, or only for your friends birthdays?"
The dwarf with the cross bow laughed "Nah, Lady only kills things that hurt innocent people, or that really fuck with people she cares about."
"I take it you're Lady" the warden asked.
"That would be me. Anastria Trevelyan, that's Varric Tethras, the Iron Bull and Dorian." The woman with black hair and a dagger said, "Varric likes to give nicknames, so, I'm Lady, Bull is Tiny and Dorian is Sparklers." Anastira explained.
"Trevelyan, are you related to the Inquisitor, by any chance."
"I, hem, I am the Inquisitor."
"Ah, my apologies your Worship, I didn't know. However it is good to meet you, in person that is."
The Inquisitor looked surprised, "Have, have we met before"
Artemis blinked, "Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet have, forgive my rudeness."
"It is quite alright, madam, you did hit your head rather hard," Dorian answered with a smirk, "I think a lack of etiquette can be excused."
Artemis laughed, the first time she had done so in a long time. "Thank you Dorian, for that and for healing me. My name is Artemis Cousland-Theirin."
"You're. But, I thought you were…"
"On a mission to cure the taint, yes I was. Wait, where is my satchel? No, no, no. I can't have lost it."
She shot to her feet and looked around in a panic, before seeing it hanging off a root that was coming from the edge of the cliff they were stood near.
"Shit," she ran to the edge, careful not to fall off, "shit, fuck, crap. Damn it!" she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Majesty, it's okay. Dorian, you still good at that levitating spell"
"As ifs you need ask, Tria" he cast a spell and brought the satchel through the air, being careful to keep the opening up, seeing how valuable the contents must be to Artemis.
As soon as the bag was in her arms, she sank to her knees and checked the contents.
"Thank the Maker, its safe," she whispered.
"Is the Cure in there?" the other woman asked.
"Yes, if I'd lost it, I wouldn't know what to do. Thank you all, truly, but I need to continue on my way to Denerim," the queen smiled, "I promised my husband I would return as soon as I am able. I try not to break my word, especially to my Ali. Whoa…" she had suddenly gone dizzy, and her knees weakened.
"Queenie, how long has it been since you ate properly, or slept a full night?" Varric asked.
"A few days maybe, I have been focused on getting home, I…"
"Made a promise to your king, we get it," Bull interrupted, "but no one's immortal, not even the woman who killed an Archdemon."
"Besides, I'm sure his majesty will understand you trying to not collapse just to reach him." Anastria concluded, "I know for a fact my husband would lose it if I almost killed myself to reach him. Perhaps you could stay in Skyhold, then either travel to Denerim, or wait for someone to come for you."
Sigh "You have a point, very well, I will go with you if you insist. As long as I can write to my husband and brother when we arrive," Artemis conceded.
"Of course, Majesty," Tria answered.
"Please, if we are to travel together, call me Artemis," she offered her hand.
"Tria," they shook.
