Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age Inquisition or the characters and places within. The only thing I can claim full ownership of is Noyala.

Chapter 3:

The Storm Coast was miserable, Lelia decided as she arrived back in Haven with Cassandra, Varric and Solas. With them, were Iron Bull and his Chargers. Lelia could only hope that they'd prove themselves useful and worth the trip to a place that seemed to rain constantly.

"You and your men can set up your tents here," Lelia said, gesturing to the open area just outside of Haven. "There's a blacksmith there and Cullen trains his men over there. There's also a small tavern in the town, but I trust you and your men won't be too rowdy."

"You don't have to worry about us, boss," Iron Bull said. "We'll be on our best behaviour." Lelia nodded, looking back to where Cullen would normally be training his men only to see the man walking towards her. Lelia fought the urge to smile. Lelia couldn't put her finger on it, but she liked spending time with the former Templar a lot. Well, she most certainly could put her finger on it but she was resolved to not let feelings get in the way.

"I think it's time for a drink," Varric said, a hint of mischief in his voice. Lelia cast him a side glare as he walked off. The giant qunari and the Chargers followed him and Solas merely slinked off, much to Lelia's pleasure. She caught sight of Cassandra rolling her eyes and Lelia chuckled under her breath as Cullen reached her.

"Well, you certainly know how to clear a room," Lelia joked. Cullen gave a half-hearted chuckle and Lelia knew. There was something not right.

"Cullen, what is it?" There were a million things that could have gone wrong and Lelia didn't like to think of any of those things.

"We received word from your clan." Lelia felt her heart stop. That was the worst news of all.

"What happened? Are they okay?" Her heart was racing a mile a minute. Yes, she had pulled away from them for a month and she had harbored a lot of anger but that was still her family. And her sister. Her sister wouldn't have it in her to fight, it just wasn't who she was.

"Oh no, they're fine. There's a message waiting for you in the war room and they sent some herbs we can make use of."

"Then what's the problem?" Lelia asked, her eyebrow raised.

"Someone else came with them. Someone claiming to be your sister. She said her name was Noyala." Lelia cursed running a hand through her hair. Stupid girl. Why did she come here?

"What is she doing here?" Lelia asked.

"She said she wanted to help. We've been keeping an eye on her since she arrived."

"Thank you. Where is she?"

"She is in the chantry. What are you planning to do?"

"I'm sending her home. Can you spare a man or two to escort her back?" Cullen nodded and Lelia didn't say anything more as she marched into the town and headed straight into the chantry. Stupid, stupid girl. Why would she come here? What was she trying to prove? If Lelia didn't send her home, she may kill the elf mage.

Walking into the chantry, Lelia didn't see her right away. That was fine, there was only so many places in here she could go. Fists clenched, Lelia marched right toward Josephine's makeshift office and threw the door open. Inside, the two women were laughing and for a moment, Lelia felt a pang of jealously as she and Noyala had never laughed like that. It was gone quickly, however, as the two pairs of green eyes met and Noyala's happiness faded quickly.

"Hello sister. It's good to see you." She said.

"Is it?" Lelia asked. "Because I'm not finding it very good right now." She saw Noyala flinch but couldn't be bothered. It wasn't that she didn't want to see her sister. Quite the contrary. She was very guilty that she wouldn't be able to keep her promise for a long time, but it was a comfort to know that her sister would be safe with the clan. Now, here she was. Right at the centre of the conflict.

"It's dangerous! Why did you come here?" Lelia demanded. "You could get yourself killed."

"And so could you!" Noyala snapped. "I wanted to help!"

"Help with what? You're an unpracticed mage!" Lelia said. "I'm here because I have to be! Because no one can do what I can!"

"Perhaps I should leave you to handle this on your own." Josephine said, sneaking around the dueling sisters and out the door. Lelia would have to apologize to her later. It wasn't fair to her to be caught up in their family drama.

"I can still learn, Lelia." Noyala said. "And I can do healing magic. I want to help you with this, Lelia. Please."

"I don't want you to get hurt, Noyala." Lelia shook her head. "Besides, you're the Keeper's First. You're needed back with clan. I've already asked Cullen to arrange an escort back for you."

"I'm not the Keeper's First anymore," Noyala sighed. "I never wanted to be. I don't want to run and hide. I want to help."

"What?! Noyala, what did you do?!" Lelia snapped. "Do you know how lucky you were to be the First? You could have been a leader!"

"I don't want to be a leader, Lelia!" Noyala shouted. "I just want to do something to make a difference. And not just in the clan but everywhere. Let me help." Frustrated, Lelia started pacing the room. Lelia couldn't wrap her head around what Noyala had done. It was crazy! But, looking at her sister, Lelia could tell that Noyala would not be swayed.

"Fine. But I can't be responsible for you here." And then, Noyala-sweet, innocent Noyala-said something with so much bite it took Lelia by surprise.

"You haven't been for my whole life." The words stung more than Lelia would ever admit and she covered it up with a glare to the younger elf.

"Talk to Lelianna about what you can do. I have my own duties to attend to." Without another word, Lelia walked out of the room and ignored all the stares of the people who had undoubtedly heard the fight. On the way out, she ran into Cullen and for the first time since meeting him, she didn't want to stay and talk.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you. She's staying." And with that, Lelia was gone before Cullen could get a word in.