-Sister Nightingale-

To her Majesty Emilia Cousland,

The Inquisitor informed me that she encountered King Alistair while dealing with the magister Alexius in Redcliffe. She noted that he seemed very serious and forlorn. I imagine that he must miss you just as much as you miss him. Nevertheless, he is safe. As for his kingdom, we are working on that.

While at Adamant Fortress, we recruited the Orlesian Grey Wardens into our ranks. I want to warn you, however, that Corypheus has created a fake Calling to frighten the Wardens into fighting for him. If you are hearing it, I pray that you ignore it. I hope that your investigation into the matter is going well, and I have no doubt in your capabilities.

We are departing soon to the Winter Palace of Orlais to investigate the threats on Celene, like I told you about in my last letter. However, strange things never cease to get in the way. Earlier this week, another Fade rift opened briefly and deposited a girl who claims to be some sort of demi-God. In her report, the Inquisitor stated that this self-proclaimed 'Dragonborn' by the name of Kyra has the blood of gods in her veins. I would not have thought this important enough to mention to you, however, until our mages here at Skyhold formulated a theory; that the Fade is infinite and connects her world to ours. If it seems crazy to you, that is because it is. But these are strange times, and I have come to accept all things, no matter how crazy they seem. If I learned one thing from my days with you during the Blight, it's that the Maker's plan, no matter how absurd it may seem, will lead to greatness.

I appreciate your concern for me regarding the death of Divine Justinia, but I assure you that I am fine. Losing her has taught me so much more about myself with each passing day. I am no longer the doe-eyed bard Marjolaine had be believe I was. I have seen worse things since the Blight, my dear friend. I look forward to the day that I can tell you about them.

To answer your question, no, I have heard no word from Morrigan. If this theory of connected worlds is plausible, perhaps she is far gone. A pity; we could use her knowledge greatly in these dark times.

I know you have your own duties to attend to, but I miss you. I miss the days when we would sit around the fire with Alistair and Zevran, and you would laugh at Zevran's jokes, which made Alistair jealous. Then, when you'd ask me to tell a story, I always noticed how Alistair would wrap his arm around your back. It was so subtle, but the look of comfort on your face always gave him away. To this day, I am envious of the bond you two share. Have I told you that?

The Inquisitor has asked me to tell tales of our adventures during the Blight, but I fear that I have lost my aptitude for that sort of thing. Instead of fondness for those memories, I cannot help but grow sad at them. Our days of adventuring are over, but I would give anything to get them back. The Inquisition is my new family, and I am devoted to it, but you were my first real friend. The days are dark without your smile. Stay safe, dear Emilia, and return to me again.

All my love,

Leliana