Throwing her robes on, Neria leaned her staff against a tree and walked towards the girl slowly, "Hello." As she got closer the girl broke into a run. Quick to follow, Neria ran after the child. They ran through the woods. The child would just slip out of sight then appear again. The farther they went the more the air began to smell of smoke and death. The girl slipped out of the forest and into a clearing. On the nearby road, Neria's heart sank with grief yet again. Set ablaze was a caravan of Dalish aravels. She walked through the wreckage, over the bodies of the fallen, taking in the devastation. Coming to the end of the caravan Neria found the girl again. She was shaking the body of a young woman, pleading, screaming, "Mamae, Mamae!"

As Neria drew in closer she saw what had killed her; the crossbow bolts of shemlen bandits. Pushing her anger away, Neria crouched down next to the child, reaching out to close the eyes of the girl's dead mother.

"Should I help her forget?" asked Cole appearing next to her.

Picking the child up, she began the trek back to the campsite, "You know how I feel about that. It isn't for us to decide, Cole."

The Inquisitor and her nine companions spent the day tending to the dead, burning the bodies and speaking the death rites. When night fell the company was silent. Blackwall volunteered for the first watch, in case the bandits that had attacked the Dalish were still in the area. Neria watched over the young girl, who had refused to speak, except to call for her mother every so often. They sat there for hours by the fireside. When the child fell asleep, Cullen made his way over to the Inquisitor's side. Groaning he sat down on the log she was leaned against, "So, what's the plan? I suspect that the next Dalish encampment is nearby. Shall we drop her off at the village?"

Neria sat there silently for a moment thinking. Shaking her head she murmured, "No."

"Neria."

"No," she said with more conviction.

Cullen shifted, "You can't replace what you've lost, Neria, it's been four years. This child would be safer with the Dalish than with us right now. We have no idea what we are going to find out there. You won't even tell us why we are here."

Before she could answer Blackwall coughed rather loudly, signaling the new watch shift. Standing up, Neria went to relieve Blackwall of his post. As she passed Cullen, she looked him in the eye, "No."

"As you wish, Inquisitor."

The next morning Neria was the first to awaken. She looked next to her where the young elf slept quietly. Looking around she saw the first beams of sunlight coming through the trees. Time to wake up.

Moving over to the group's supplies, Neria stirred the fire and began to fix breakfast. Using the left over venison from the night before, she soon had a pleasant aroma wafting around the camp. Soon there was movement throughout the site as Cassandra stirred first. Soon everyone was awake except the child. And Sera. Moving quietly, so not to disturb her, everyone went about getting ready for the day's journey. After about an hour Neria made a bowl of food and walked over to the bedroll. Stroking the girl's hair, Neria spoke lightly, "Good morning, Da'len. We need to wake up."

The child moaned, rolled onto her side. Sleepily she opened her eyes, "Mam…" Her words broke off as she sat up suddenly. Neria worked quickly to calm her. The food helped. As soon as she saw the container in Neria's hands she ate its contents in moments as though it might disappear.

When it was gone the elder elf chuckled, "Would you like some more Da'len?" The child nodded. Taking the plate Neria retrieved some more food and handed it back. While she ate the Inquisitor introduced herself, "My name is Neria. What's yours?" The child looked away and mumbled something, her mouth full of food. Neria asked again.

Swallowing, the child looked at the ground and answered, "Danyla."

"That's beautiful name. Can you tell me how old you are?" She held up four fingers. "Wow, you're four?" Danyla smiled for the first time and nodded. "Well, Danyla, we're going to go on a trip alright? And you get to ride with me." Standing, Neria helped the girl up, and put away the bedroll. Finding some clothes that she could wear. For a four year old wearing an adult's clothes, the result was what a person might expect. Vivienne walked over smiling, "Oh, we are definitely going shopping."