A/N: This update will be 3 chapters, just gonna take a few min to get them all up. Thank you for reading! Chapter is sorta NSFW, but not really.

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Kaitrith woke just before the morning light could come spilling through her windows, as she always did, mind wandering blearily through the things she would need to do. There were still rifts—new rifts, too, from when the Breach had reopened—and likely paperwork and red templars and—

And Corypheus was dead.

She blinked as that gruesome fight flickered through her mind, replaying the way that mangled monster had cast his spells and deep voice with which he had threatened everything in this world. However, rather than just the image of him standing tall, surrounded by destruction he had caused, she now couldn't help a small, relieved sigh as she thought of him on his knees, begging an absent God to save him.

The voices had whispered to her, shown her how to use the orb, how to send the bastard to the Fade in pieces.

And then…

It was blurry.

The castle had tumbled, her arm had burned, and then…

She thought she'd seen Solas kneeling beside her, doing something to her hand, but when she came to, she was in a tent, the mark was still there, and Solas was counted among the missing.

Something about that made her uneasy, despite the victory that everyone was so thrilled to celebrate.

She was almost certain she would see him again, somehow.

Perhaps it was the voices, though they'd been mercifully quiet on the trip back to Skyhold and through the night.

A soft hum of a sigh caught her attention and she lifted her head to see Josephine yawn, stretching and arching as she always did when she first woke up.

It had been a night to remember, and not for all the partying and congratulations.

As soon as Kaitrith went to excuse herself from the party, Josephine had been there, excitedly leading her up to her room, explaining that she hoped what she'd done was alright, and that if she didn't like it—if it went against any traditions or if there were cultural practices being represented wrong—they would take everything down right away.

With the way Josephine twittered on, it had been easy to figure out whatever she was talking about was Dalish related, but even knowing that hadn't prepared Kaitrith for when they opened the door to her chambers and walked in.

She'd stopped, barely a step into the room, to look around in complete wonder.

Josephine had—somehow—gotten her hands on traditional Dalish decorations—looking more closely, it looked as though they were from the clan they'd helped in the Exalted Plains, as the painted flourishes held a familiar signature that wasn't from clan Lavellan.

They hung about the room, greens and browns intermingled with brighter colors that normally weren't displayed save during the most important of celebrations, for fear of being seen through trees or drawing human attention.

Wedding ribbons, halla carvings, charms for births, and carvings and banners for a few different Creators hung side by side, with Elgarn'nan's curling, thorny vines most predominant within the mix.

And almost every item there did have a color that was associated with Elgarn'nan.

"I had intended to spend a little more time looking up what each was for to make sure they would be appropriate, but then…if you do not like it—"

Kaitrith had pivoted around and caught Josephine by the waist, pulling her close and leaning up to claim her lips with her own. From there, it had been a blur of touches and clothing falling away, of kisses and giggles and whispered sweet nothings that had lasted well into the night.

Now, despite the fact that if there was ever a day to sleep in, this would be it, Kaitrith was awake, and it looked like Josephine was stirring already too.

Her dear Antivan ambassador always woke up slowly and pleasantly, stretches followed by curling back under the covers, closer to Kaitrith and warmth. As she reached for Kaitrith, eyes still closed, Kaitrith met her halfway wrapping her arms around her lover's tawny, soft body, pressing the two of them closer.

"Good morning, Love," Josephine murmured, voice still heavy with sleep. Kaitrith could feel her smile as Josephine nuzzled her face against Kaitrith's hair and forehead.

"Sleep well?" Kaitrith pressed a kiss to her collarbone and Josephine tilted her head back to give her more access as she let out a simple affirmative hum. "How long do we have?"

"I've cleared the day," Josephine murmured, fingers reaching up to tangle in Kaitrith's hair. "It is not often that an ancient darkspawn magister is defeated, after all, so some rest felt reasonable."

Kaitrith propped herself up so that she could look at Josephine, ears pricking up a little bit more than usual. "Really? Yours as well?"

"Mmhm." Josephine leaned up and left a trail of kisses along Kaitrith's jaw before wrapping her arms around her and pulling her closer. "Leliana pointed out that I have yet to take a day to myself, save for the time I went to Val Royeaux."

"Wasn't that to find out more about who was trying to murder you?"

"Yes, but it was hardly inquisition business."

Rather than try to argue with that, Kaitrith slouched against Josephine, who in turn dropped back onto their pillows to lie back even as the first rays of dawn began to sneak through the windows and cast yellow light upon the wall opposite them.

For once, it was a coming march of a day she wouldn't mind.

As she absentmindedly traced abstract patterns across Josephine's skin, Kaitrith considered that she'd never been happier than she was in this single moment.

Yes, there was much to do, but she could see an end to all the demon fighting. She could see a point where they would be beyond that, where perhaps she and Josephine could settle down somewhere.

Kaitrith didn't think she'd mind Antiva. She'd been writing to Josephine's family, and both her brothers seemed to accept her, as well as her mother.

Further, she'd written Keeper Deshanna, and it seemed that the ass who'd written her that note about not accepting Josie was in a minority opinion. She'd learned as much when the Keeper had added a small note at the end of her latest letter, saying that she would like to meet Josephine.

Kaitrith wanted to ask if they could have a Dalish wedding, but she wasn't sure how to ask for a human to take part in their customs, and she wasn't sure if Josie would want something like that.

Though, considering how she'd gone out of the way to decorate their room, maybe she'd like it.

Maybe they could do two weddings, one Dalish and one Antivan. Then all traditions could be complied with and there'd be no one to argue that they were 'only' married by traditions of a culture that wasn't accepted wherever they were.

But which would be first…?

Josephine's hands ghosted along Kaitrith's skin, one hand coming to rest on her hip. "So then."

Kaitrith pulled away from her so that she could sit up, watching the way Josie's eyes sparkled as she watched her. "An entire day to ourselves, what will we do with that?"

"I have a few ideas." Josephine gave Kaitrith a coy smile, catching one of her hands and pulling it to her lips to kiss her palm. "Come here."