As it turned out Emma need not have worried. By the time they got to where the current fight was happening the stranger had almost killed the demon that was attacking her. With a quick burst of magic Solas finished it. When it was dead, the mage turned her attention to them.

The woman was elven, Dalish from the markings, though from what she'd found out Dalish rarely traveled far from their clans. It was curious they would come across one here. Unless she too was here for the artifact.

"Peace." She looked to Emma instead of Solas, "I am no danger to you."

Did she think that she would be attacked for being Dalish just because Emma was human? The way she spoke and the attention on Emma would indicate such. If so that meant it was likely a common occurrence. She had learned elves were treated poorly, which was disgusting enough, but this would indicate it was worse than she'd heard.

"My name is Mihris." Mihris looked at Solas then back to Emma, "By your weapons I see you come ready for battle. Perhaps we face a common enemy in these demons."

She probably should have let Solas take the lead but she was curious why Mihris was alone and couldn't help asking, "Are you traveling to kill off the demons?"

"No. That would be pointless." She shook her head and shifted her staff to her other hand, "There will always be more and I've no means of closing the rifts. But I have heard of Elven artifacts that measure the veil. They may tell us where new rifts will appear. I was not expecting so many demons however."

Again her mouth got ahead of her and she spoke, "Sorry if this is rude but, why are you not with one of your clan? From what I understand it is not common for your people to wander alone. Plus it would be safer with a companion."

Something flashed on Mihris' face but she quickly schooled it away again before speaking, "I was, am, First of Clan Virnhen. My clan could not spare more so I left alone in service to my them and saw that great tear in the veil on my journey. I know more of magic and the veil than any shemlen. So I hope to help."

Shemlen. She thought she remembered that term. It was used by elves as an insult to humans. Not that Mihris' use of it bothered her. She had stuck her nose into the woman's business and she wouldn't fault any hard feelings for her based on the fact that she was human due to the history between the two.

Solas was not so willing to let it slide. When he spoke his voice might have sounded even to others but she heard the undertone of it. The bite that was just under the surface.

"Ma harel, da'len."

Emma shot a glance his way but he wouldn't look at her. She tried to sort through what knowledge she'd gained of the language. Ma was mine or my. Da'len was child. Harel was dread? No, that didn't make sense. Fen'harel was also trickster so perhaps that, since fen was wolf. If so, he was accusing the girl of lying.

Emma's brows furrowed. She wished she could ask him why he thought such a thing. If he knew something or if he was just… reading it somehow in her movements. Whatever the case, from Mihris' actions following his words she had little doubt Solas' accusation was correct.

"I-" Mihris flinched and gripped her staff so tight Emma could see her knuckles going white. "What matters is I believe an artifact is nearby." Mihris kept her eyes on Emma, "Can you help me reach it?"

On this she wouldn't let her mouth get ahead of her. Emma looked to Solas their eyes met and after a beat he gave a small nod. It would be her decision then.

She glanced at the ruins then back at Mihris. Even though the knowledge she'd lied made Emma somewhat uneasy, the woman was here first, and it was her people's history. Though she imagined Solas would prefer she not know that they already knew there was an artifact.

"That sounds worth looking into. Lead the way."

Mihris smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Good. I believe it is just over here." The woman went to a crumbled area of ruins. The columns had clearly fallen over a cave entrance. Mihris said, "We'll need focused magical energy to get by." Mihris' eyes darted to Solas, "You. Flat-ear. Can you manage it?"

That insult she recognized instantly. Emma felt her blood heat and ground her teeth.

Solas walked up to stand next to her in front of the columns saying, "Ma nuvenin, da'len."

Emma felt his magic stir and she reached out a hand, placing it on his arm. Though touching him when he was so close to releasing did odd things to her belly, she was too angry to bother paying much attention to it at the moment.

"Wait please, Solas." Solas stopped and pulled his magic back in. He watched her with his expressionless mask as she turned to Mihris, "Apologize."

Now all pretense of kindness fled Mihris' face and she narrowed her eyes, "What? Only a shem can use that term?"

"You don't know him. Just because he was not born to some Dalish clan you would insult him. Simply because what? He lacks markings? That makes him less than you? He is more than you will ever be, elf or otherwise. So, apologize."

Mihris barked out a laugh before sneering at her, "The shem whore doesn't like when her toy is insulted. Or do you think because you get on your back and spread your legs for him that means-"

"Enough." Solas' voice was more a threat than if he had yelled at the woman. It was command, a simple word to be obeyed without question. Though she doubted it was necessary, he also released some of his magic. She could feel it tingling along her skin. He was showing more than he would normally and her body warred with anger at Mihris and the pleasurable effect Solas' magic sent through her.

Mihris flinched and took a step back, "I-"

"Vara. Do not come back."

Mihris did not come closer but her eyes narrowed again as she said, "Dread wolf take you. Both of you."

Solas' lip curled revealing a flash of canine as he said, "Dirth'ala ma."

Mihris opened her mouth as though she would respond but then clamped it shut and turned without a word. As Emma watched her leave he could feel Solas shielding his magic again. He tucked it away from her and it was like a ripple falling off her skin. She shivered.

When the woman had disappeared into the landscape she turned to Solas, "I-"

How was he so very fast? Before she had even fully turned to him he had been on her. His hands once more on her waist as he pulled her to him. His mouth on hers in almost the same motion. It took less than a second for her to respond to him.

Even if her mind had still been fighting this, her body had long ago admitted its need for him. So, she opened to him and let the world fall away. The faint memory of his magic still on her skin fed her hunger. It helped to heighten her senses even more than being with him normally would.

One of his hands slid up her back to hold the back of her head and the other went down to cup her rear. She stood on tiptoe. Her arms went around his neck so she could pull herself up against him to allow their lips even more access to each other.

As always he pulled away first. She let out a growl and attempted to pull him back. He responded by giving a breathless chuckle and reaching up to gently remove her arms from around him.

"Would you have me take you here? Out in the open amongst ruins?"

"Yes." He chuckled once more as he took several steps away from her. She sighed, "I'm not joking you know."

"I know." He smiled warmly at her, "Your enthusiasm is most tempting."

"Not tempting enough apparently." She placed a hand on her hip, "If it were, you would have me bent over one of these-"

Now it was his turn to shiver as he said, "Vhen'an'ara, please. It is not safe here. When we join we will both be vulnerable. My focus will be on you alone." His eyes looked from her to the blocked entrance, "You feel them?"

Now forced back to the real danger at hand she focused. Her stomach churned as she spoke, "Yes. I think there are-" Her voice cracked and she cleared her throat, "four. Five maybe?"

There was a sour taste in her mouth suddenly and she was finding it difficult to swallow. Demons. There was no going back. She'd have to fight. She wouldn't let him do this alone.

"Look at me." Solas' hands were on her face drawing her eyes from the cave's entrance up to his gaze. He looked down at her smiling as he drew small circles against her cheeks with his thumbs. "You are strong. Stronger than you know. Feel your connection to the Fade; the magic coursing through you, listen to it sing. Focus. Do not doubt. Trust in yourself, vhen'an'ara. Trust as I trust in you." He brought his lips to brush lightly on her brow, then each eyelid, and finally the tip of her nose before pulling back to look her in the eyes. "I will be right with you."

Just like that she was able to swallow again with ease. Her muscles rippled, readying for what they had been practicing. He released her face with one last brush of fingers along her jaw.

She held her chin up and squared her shoulders as she gave him a tight nod, "I'm ready."

Solas went to the fallen columns and she felt his magic gather again. It was delicious as it played along her skin. She could swear it even helped her own magic feel stronger, though that was probably just her imagination.

Then as the magic made itself evident at his fingertips he turned his palms face up and swung his hands in an upward motion lifting the pillars. The movement was all power and grace. He was glorious.

The moment the pillars had settled to their original places a shot of magic was expelled at them. Emma swept her hand out releasing a barrier of protection around Solas and then herself. She dodged to her right, the magic just sparking against the side of her barrier.

She flinched but the barrier was unaffected. Solas was already releasing his magic to take out one of the shades and she moved quickly to help. She focused her own attacks on the wraith releasing two quick bursts of fire which made quick work of it. By that point Solas had already dispatched his as well.

The rest must have been deeper in. She could still feel them. Solas and her exchanged a glance then moved forward without a word. The area split into two. He went right and she went left.

When they entered the chamber she saw that she'd underestimated. There were five here in addition to the ones they'd already killed. Two wraiths and three shades. She felt her stomach roll but took a quick deep breath. She could do this.

Forcing herself to focus on the here and now she quickly assessed the situation. Her eyes looking for the greatest threat. If she was efficient she could take out at least one of the wraiths before the closest shade got near enough to do damage.

She released her magic in quick bursts. Solas' magic joining with hers to swiftly dispose of the wraith. At that point the first shade had started up the stairs to them. Their attention turned and they fought in unison, their mana flowing together easily.

It reminded her much of when they had danced together. The ease at which she fell into sync with him. She lived purely second by second. Only them and what they must do in that moment.

Then it was over. All threats killed.

It took her a moment to come back down. The magic still lingering in the air and on her skin. As she shook off the last of it, she looked at Solas and grinned, "We did it. That was easier than I'd thought it would be."

"Indeed." He smiled back at her as he placed his staff on his back once more, "I had no doubt you would do well. Now," His eyes went to the cavernous space around them, "let us find this artifact."

As they moved to go down to the lower area of the ruins she said, "I should thank you again. What you said out there. Then your magic, feeling it there was… it helped me. When our magic meets it's…"

"I know." He kept his eyes looking around the area in front of them as he spoke, "You will do just as well when I am not there, however. You simply need to learn to see what I see. The only thing you lack now is confidence."

They walked down the center of the area. At the end was what appeared to be an altar of some kind. There was something that held a large sphere on a pedestal. She could feel the energy from it as she neared.

"I'm gonna guess that's our artifact."

"Correct." He knelt down in front of it, bringing his hands out to touch it.

She could feel the stirring of it as he worked to activate the item. There was a ripple in the veil but she couldn't tell if it was actually strengthening it, only that something had shifted.

"Solas."

He stood and turned to her, "Yes?"

"Does that thing strengthen the veil against tears like the woman suggested? I felt something but-"

"It is a direct connection to the veil. If we can find more it will help."

That wasn't exactly an answer and she frowned. "Solas-"

"We should go back. It grows late." His eyes took in the ruins around him once more and his shoulders drooped just a touch. She wouldn't have even noticed it if she wasn't so attuned to him.

Her thoughts were immediately turned from the artifact to him. In a few steps she was next to him reaching out to brush her fingers against his cheek. He startled as he came back from wherever his mind had been, his eyes focusing on her as she pulled her hand away.

"It must be difficult."

"Difficult?"

"Being in places like this." She gestured to the ruins, "Places that remind you so of what was."

His eyes softened and his frown started to turn to an easy smile, "At times. However, there are reminders everywhere; one learns to focus on the now, what must be done. As you know."

"Yes but it's different for me." Her eyes took in the area again, "I have no reminders around me. I can tuck things away. You're not so lucky and I'm sorry for that. I wish I could do something more to-"

His fingers came up to her chin tilting her head up so she would look at him, "You do more than enough, vhen'an'ara. More than you could know." His hand left her face moving down her arm so he could twine his fingers with hers, "Come."

They fell into step together once more as they walked out. He had to adjust his stride to meet her shorter one and she was grateful that he did. She enjoyed this. Holding his hand. The simple touch of skin to skin.

As they neared the entrance she still felt some lingering sadness coming from him. She hated it. She wanted to make him smile. She wanted his chuckle. She wanted to make him forget his sadness just for a bit.

So she said the first pick-up line that came to mind, "Did you sit in sugar?"

He actually stopped walking. Her hand slipped from his and she moved in front of him. She grinned at him like an idiot as he looked at her, eyebrows pulled together.

He spoke slowly, "Did I sit in… what?"

"Sugar." Her grin broadened and she had to hold back giggles, "I only ask because you have such a sweet ass."

He blinked. His hand came up to cover his face and his shoulders started to shake. Then she heard it. The most lovely of sounds. His chuckling which turned into full laughter. It was like the sweetest music to her ears.

When the laughter slowed he removed his hand and looked at her. That perfect smile still on his lips, "That was awful."

"I know." She giggled her tongue peeking out from between her teeth as she gave a half shrug. "I've got more."

"I do not know that I want-"

She looked to the side as she picked some of her favorites, "Do you have a map? Because I'm getting lost in your eyes. If being sexy was a crime, you'd be guilty as charged. Or this one… I was feeling a little off today but you definitely turned me-"

Once more he silenced her with a kiss pulling her against him as he pressed his lips to hers. This time it was achingly short. Just enough to taste each other, but it still left her heart beating a quick rhythm in her throat.

She swallowed and finished her sentence, "on."

"You are an impossible creature, vhen'an'ara."

She moved to his side taking his hand once more. "Yet you still stick around me."

"You are my impossible creature, ma vher." He leaned over to kiss her head.

Her heart swelled and she gripped his hand tighter, "As you are mine, mon loup."

He smiled down at her, "As I am yours."

With warmth seeping through every inch of her being she leaned against him while they walked. As they neared the Crossroads again she could just make out the shape of a man who appeared to be searching the path for someone. When he spotted them he broke into a run heading for them. Solas halted and released her hand. Though she was sad for it she understood and closed her fingers around the warmth he had left behind while they waited for the man to near.

"You! Please do you have potions!? My daughter." He got near and spoke through heavy breathing, "She's been bitten. They don't have no potions left in town."

Solas spoke first, "Take us to her."

The man opened his mouth but seemed to catch sight of their staffs for the first time. His eyes narrowed, "No. No magic. I won't have her tainted."

Solas stiffened before saying, "As you wish."

This man would really risk his daughter's well being based on his own superstitions about magic? She supposed he did what he thought was right. Still, if he only bothered to look at things as a bit more than black and white….

She sighed. Whatever the father was his daughter should not need to suffer for it. As he turned to go she spoke, "Wait. If I swear to you on…" Was it Andraste or the Maker for this kind of thing? "Andraste that we will use no magic will you let me see her. I may still be able to help."

He eyed her for a moment before glancing back to the Crossroads. When he turned his eyes back to her they were narrowed and his jaw set, "On Andraste and the Maker."

She nodded, "I swear on Andraste and the Maker, we will not use magic."

He looked to Solas, "What of you kni-"

She ground out, "Do not even think of calling him that."

The man startled at the statement but corrected, "What of you elf?"

Solas gave Emma a sideways glance before turning his eyes to the man. His face was once more a mask as he gave the man a small nod of his head, "I agree."

"Hurry then."

They all broke into a jog. As they went Emma asked, "What happened?"

"Wolf. Maker be praised it didn't kill her. Don't know why it didn't." He took a moment to breath roughly while he jogged before continuing, "She wanted a cub to raise as her own. She's been begging for a puppy. I should have just-" His voice cracked.

They hurried up to a raised area with some cots already set up. The man led them over to a cot where a small girl probably around the age of 6 or 7 was curled into a tight ball crying. There was a recruit kneeling next to her singing softly to the girl to try and keep her calm.

When the man got close he spoke to his daughter, "Abby, darling, this lady is going to look at your leg ok."

"Hurts, daddy."

"I know, Abby. It's going to be all better soon."

Hopefully. As Emma walked over the recruit stood to let her have full access. Emma knelt next to the girl so it was easy for her to see her face, "Hi Abby. My name is Ella. I'm going to try and help ok?"

Abby gave a mute nod.

Emma removed the blanket from the girl. It stuck some from the blood that had started to seep on to it. The wound location was evident immediately. A growing stain from a spot on the girl's outer thigh.

She took a deep breath. First thing, she needed to get to the wound itself. She turned to the recruit spotting a dagger on his belt, "I need to borrow your knife."

The father was there immediately, "What-"

"I need to get to the wound so I'm going to cut this side of her pants."

The father quieted but continued hovering close. If she let it that would make her anxious. She'd lose focus. So she worked to ignore him as she took the knife the recruit offered her.

As carefully as she could she lifted the fabric away from the girl's skin, cutting through it. It was lucky it wasn't as cold here and they weren't dressed in thick clothing. As it was, it took her a while to cut through the cloth since she didn't want to accidentally nick the girl.

Once she had the fabric peeled away Emma turned her attention to her own clothing. She lifted the outer layers getting a hold of her undershirt. It was not perfect but it was better than some other options. She brought the knife to cut off a good hunk of the shirt.

Then she motioned to one of the empty cots, "I need a blanket."

Solas grabbed it. As he approached with it he asked, "What do you need me to do."

"We need to get the wound lifted some." She looked down at the girl who had now stopped crying and was sniffling, "Would you pick her up while I slide the blanket under?"

He nodded and handed her the blanket from the other side of Abby. She folded it, so it would create lift, then gave Solas a nod. He kneeled down next to the child and brushed his fingers to her forehead.

"My name is Solas, little one, I am going to lift you for a moment."

After the girl gave him a nod he tucked his arms under her legs and back lifting her with great tenderness. Emma slid the blanket under where her hips would rest.

Then she looked at Solas, "Ok." As he lowered Abby down Emma spoke to the girl, "This is probably going to be uncomfortable. It'll only be for a little while then you can rest normal again. You're being very brave, Abby."

Without waiting for a response Emma placed the cloth of her shirt over the wound and applied pressure. She'd need to estimate this. Usually she would have set a timer for ten minutes which was enough for slowing bleeding. Now she'd have to be careful to not wait so long that she increased risk of infection but not check too early that she made the bleeding last longer.

As she held pressure on the wound she looked once more to Solas, "I'm going to need two things of water boiled. The first I'll need the water itself once I've managed to stop the bleeding. The second I'll need you to boil two of the cleanest wound clothes you can find."

"Understood."

She looked back at the recruit, "Will you be able to get him those cloths as well as bring me more for padding and binding."

The recruit nodded, "I will do my best."

As Solas and the recruit left the father wrung his hands looking at where the blood was already staining the cloth under Emma's fingers.

"Your daughter needs you." Emma gestured with her head towards Abby, "Go sit where she can see you and help keep her busy."

Tasks handed out all she could do at this point was wait and hope that with pressure the bleeding would stop. As she held her hands firm to Abby's wound the father sang. When Emma glanced over the little girl seemed to be dozing off some. Poor thing must be exhausted.

More time passed by. The girl had managed to fall into a doze, the father still singing to her. Emma's hands were hot from the blood seeping through the cloth. Still, it seemed to be slowing which was a very good sign.

By the time Solas and the recruit returned she swore she felt the blood had slowed if not stopped completely. She hoped she was right. It made her nervous to check the wound but she knew she just needed to risk it. Animal bites were prone to infection. She needed to clean it.

She removed her hands before she gingerly peeled away the cloth from the bite. The girl winced but didn't wake. She released the air she had been holding as only the faintest trickle of blood dripped down from the wound now.

It was still nearly impossible to get a real idea of the damage. She would be able to assess more once she got it cleaned. Solas had brought the water in a basin which he now brought to her side without any prompting.

When she stuck her pinky into it the water was hot but not scalding. The water turned a hint of pink where she'd touched and she swallowed.

Please don't let her fail at this. She'd done patching up before. Rock gashes and the like, but never had to do an animal bite. Being trained in something and doing it for the first time were different things. Especially here where there was no hospital for the child to go to in order to ensure that infection didn't set in. In her world, Abby would survive easily. Here, it wasn't so simple.

She took a deep breath forcing her mind back to the task at hand. "Solas, will you pour it over the wound please?" She indicated an area about 2 inches perpendicular to the bite, "From about right here. Start with about a quarter of it and we'll see where we are."

Once the water had been poured she took one of the clean cloths the recruit had brought for her. As tenderly as she could manage she went about the process of cleaning the wound. She started by trying to get off what blood remained so she could better see the bite itself.

That done, she could see it wasn't as bad as she feared, mostly gashed. Though the canines had gone deep it could have been worse. So long as no infection set in the girl should come out of this with just a few small scars where the teeth had gone deeper, more ragged.

She nodded to Solas to pour a bit more water on. After he finished pouring she started to try to clean out the inside of the wounds with another cloth. It was essential she get out any dirt or other debris that had managed to make it's way into the bite.

This time Abby did wake. She let out a whine of protest and tried to wiggle away but her father held her steady. He cooed to her nonsense words that made the girl calm again so Emma could finish.

After she was sure she'd gotten as much as she could cleaned out, she dug in her pack for some elfroot. Then she turned to the father. "Is there a herbalist here that would have a way for me to grind this?"

The recruit answered, "We've got the supplies, just no herbalist. My brother back home is a herbalist so I know what you'd use for that. I'll get you what you need."

As she waited, she placed a clean cloth over the wound to prevent anything getting into it. The recruit was fast coming back. She thanked him for the mortar and pestle then went to work making a paste. Once that was done she revealed the wound again, spreading the paste over top.

Then she asked Solas for the padding that had been boiled. He went to retrieve it for her. When he brought it back she took it and placed it over the cleaned wound. Next, she took one of the dry bits of padding to place over that. Lastly, she asked for Solas' help lifting Abby again so that she could wrap the leg and remove the blanket that had been propping her up.

Once she had secured the wrapping she set back on her heels and wiped her brow with the back of her hand. "She should be alright." Her eyes turned to the father who was brushing hair from Abby's face, "You'll need to change the bandage tonight and again in the morning. Continue that until it starts to show signs of healing. Keep a close eye especially the first few days. If it swells, stinks, oozes, or turns red you need to clean the wound and let it have air."

The father gave the sleeping child a kiss on the forehead and stood to walk over to where Emma was kneeling. He looked down at where the wound was now neatly wrapped.

"I'll come back tomorrow. I'll try and bring some healing potion with me. Hopefully, that will get rid of any remaining risk to her." Emma stood, wincing at the stiffness in her legs from kneeling so long.

The father turned to her with tears in his eyes, "She's all I got. Her ma died in birth. She's all I got left in this world. If I'd lost her…" the man gave Emma a tight hug causing her eyes to go wide, "Thank you."

She gave him a pat on the back and he released her, "Of course, I'm glad I was able to help." She held back a yawn and looked around to find the sun almost completely down now, "We need to go but I'll see you both tomorrow."

"Safe journey." He then turned his attention back to his daughter.

Emma turned to Solas who stood patiently next to her, "I hope Ivy isn't worried."

"I sent word."

She smiled up at him through heavy eyelids, "Thanks. For that and your help with the child."

They started to make their way back to camp. Solas stayed closer to her than normal. A fact she was aware of but couldn't fully appreciate. She was so bone tired. It had been a long day. Her first actual fight and then the little girl. At least, with any luck, she'd made some kind of difference.

As they started up the hill that led out of the crossroads and back to their camp pain shot through her knee. Too long kneeling had messed with her kneecap. She let out a hiss as the knee locked and she almost fell. Before she could hit the ground however, she found herself scooped up in Solas' arms.

She blushed. As much as she'd love to stay cradled in his arms she didn't want to burden him, "Solas. I'm fine. You don't need to-"

"Hush."

As he started to walk with her again he released healing magic to her. The magic weaved it's way through her muscles and joints, heating and loosening them. She gave a little purr of pleasure as she felt her tenseness released bringing not only the pleasure of relief from pain but the warmth his magic always stirred in her veins.

"You did well today."

She allowed herself to relax in his arms accepting the fact that he had no intention of putting her down. She snuggled her cheek against his shoulder as she replied, "Thank you."

"I did not know you were a healer in your world."

She smiled, "They are called doctors where I came from." She looked at the line of his jaw and curve of his neck as she continued, "I'm not a doctor. Not even close. My knowledge is a little tiny drip compared to a doctor's."

"Yet you healed the girl."

"We have different levels of school as children where I am. High-school is the last required one then when you're around 18 you graduate and can go to college. I applied to take a year and go to an adventure type program. There we were trained in survivalism, camping, hiking, river rafting, and so on. Then when I first started college I worked a few summers as a hiking guide." Her fingers went up to brush against him but she drew them back when she realized they were still caked with blood, "I was trained again for that. There were a few accidents. Mostly gashes from falling on rocks or accidental knife cuts. A few sprains. Never a bite. I just…" She let out an amused huff of air, "To be honest I was scared shitless but I just forced myself to focus on the steps I'd been taught. What else could I do? It would either work or it wouldn't."

"We are nearing camp."

"Oh…" She sighed reluctant to leave his arms.

He set her on her feet with aching tenderness his hand going up to cup her cheek. Then he bent to caress her lips with his own. Brushing first her top lip then her lower before pressing a tender kiss against her mouth.

When he pulled away he let his brow touch against hers as he said, "Please do not forget to care for yourself, da'lath'in."

"Solas, I-"

There was a snap of a twig behind them and they separated quickly turning to the noise. Emma was surprised to see Cassandra watching them. Her mouth opening then closing before she cleared her throat. Was Cassandra actually… blushing? It was hard to tell in such low light. How long had she been standing there?

"I-" Cassandra straightened her shoulders, "I'm glad you're back. We need to go over tomorrow's plan."

Cassandra's voice sounded uncharacteristically soft.

Solas started towards Cassandra, "Of course."

Cassandra waited for Emma to follow and when she did asked, "Will the child be alright?"

"I hope so. The wound is bandaged and cleaned." Emma started to rub the back of her neck before she remembered the dried blood again and brought the hand back to rest at her side, "I was hoping to take them healing potion tomorrow."

"That can be arranged."

Emma gave Cassandra a bright smile thanking her as they headed into their camp.