Leliana's own body had felt so cold, so limp that every time she had felt the warmth of the foreign magic it had caused her to have stirred in the slightest. It was one of the few signs that showed not only his healing was working but also she was at least still alive and breathing. When he spoke Leliana had heard such words but just as before she didn't have much of the strength to have opened her eyes to have looked to the one speaking. In truth she thought these words she was hearing were directed towards someone else even though she had felt the tightestness around her, holding her so needingly and lovingly that it had almost made her want to pull away.

The subtle motions of Anders steps with her being in his arms was almost soothing and she would have rested more, but she wasn't given this chance since at last she finally opened her eyes and they had taken in the attire of the one carrying her. In a slow process she had shifted her gaze until it met his face and in this immediate reaction her eyes widened as both of her palms pressed to his chest to have push himself away from her, all of which would have caused Leliana to have stumbled out of his arms in a bit of a squeal as she fell to the ground in a solid thud.

"Owie…" She whined in a bit of a pout while the rouge attempted to stand to her feet, but what she didn't realized was her legs were still weak even after all the healing. So her failed attempt left her sitting at the ground. It would have been expected with how much Leliana was put through after all but that didn't mean she had to stay silent. "Who the heck do you think you are carrying a woman without asking her first…?" She asked in an accusing point towards the blonde mage. "I swear men these days, thinking they can just swoop in and do what they please in hopes to get a girl."

"Errrr…." Leliana muttered almost silently in her gaze around herself. "Where am I? … Don't tell me your one of those crazy stalkers that snatches up helpless women? Because let me tell you something blondie, I'm not so helpless!"

He blinked at the sudden leap Leliana had done from him during her wild escape. He had tried to reach out towards her in this daring endeavor to leave, but Leliana was strangely batting his hands away from her. The reaction had happened so fast that when she hit the ground, all Anders could do was wince. Now his worry had set in even more. Leliana had just recently been involved in the war. The sudden collapse could have awoken recent wounds that Anders had previously healed.

Though it was obvious in between from listening to her and watching her movements that she clearly hadn't wanted anything to with him, and it was a feeling that turned him from bad to worse. After all, Anders had recently lost so much—so much to the point that he actually snapped twice or maybe three times on separate levels. Having Leliana reject him in such a way was as equally as earth shattering to him.

He attempted at trying to approach her a little more gently this time, despite the current need of wanting to rush towards her and holding her close again. Anders reached down and grasped her shoe that happened to fall off from her plummet. He glanced down and then started to hold it back up towards her for her to take.

"Um… Leliana? Are you alright? You hadn't hurt yourself anywhere else have you?" He stared to question slowly; while fighting back any remaining desires to have pushed in a frenzy to have tried in curing the strange look that Leliana was giving him at the moment. "It must have be when your was injured. You've been out for some time…"

Once Leliana had seen Anders approach towards her, she had only reacted in slipping back a few inches away from him. Her expression wasn't as it was earlier that day which was full of love and happiness, instead it was of fear as if she was looking at some wild animal that was ready to have attacked. The rouge had attempted not to have looked in his direction, but it made it near to impossible when he gently brought her shoe to her. Even then it didn't matter how gentle his approach may have been. After all he was nothing but a stranger to her, couldn't he see this and understand?

Upon glancing down to the shoe and then back up suspiciously at Anders, Leliana had bravely reached out to have snatched her slip on shoe to have at least put it back on. "Thank you but I should be go—" She said in a broken sentence of her own words. As it was him calling her name that even brought this on… She had only sat there blinking a few times attempting to have figured out how he knew of her. When he finally had spoken of her being out for sometime, her face almost lit up with realization and a bit of a nod of her head.

"You're my healer aren't you?" She asked a bit cheerfully in finally putting the puzzle pieces together. "I'm so sorry for being rude to you… I should have realized sooner of how you knew of my name. My head just really hurts... And that must be why I couldn't recall who you were and what you did for me… How long was I out for?" She asked in a bit of a shift of her head to one side.

After hoping she could stand this time, which she knew she could have done if she had taken it slowly. At first she had started in a knelt position which led to her slowly rising from her squatted position until at last she stood back on her own two feet. She didn't dare take a step though as she knew if she had too quickly her legs would have given way. First things were first, she needed to have regained her balance. "You know it's not very kind though if you know my name and I'm not even given my healers."

"Anders." The mage spoke simply; still looking as mildly confused, if not hurt from how distant Leliana's reactions had been to him this far. "My name is Anders…. You've been out for … most of the day, I presume…. I know it had been a long time, but not precisely for how long."

He looked around at the bodies around them. The corpses that weren't charred remained visible to still see; their bloated faces and gapping mouths still had the presumed vision of dying screams within them. If only the people had the functioning lungs and voices to do so, they probably would have warned any other person who came near not to venture within the current radius of this person. The Mage. Such a sight practically screamed of Anders being a danger, as it was…

"This probably isn't the best place to continue talking…" He started to say and held back a remark of thinking about an imaginary tea set resting onto heaps of the dead around them.

Friend or Foe: it made no difference to him, and Anders's emotions had been stretched in so many different ways beyond imaginable limitations that he actually felt nearly drained from them instead. He hardly had the capacity to even care. The only person he had cared for within the battlefield had been Leliana, and in a sense—he allowed any danger one soldier could imagine befalling upon her.

But Anders was never a soldier, molded from any true grit of war. The closest he ever came to such was fighting darkspawn and a slew of Broodmothers: …and while those monsters were brutal in their own rights, Anders had only recently begun to face the brutality of actual men of war. It was from this that Anders had been truly broken.

To think that it was his own species; his own race (of 'mages' in a sense), could have hurt him far worse than any demon, darkspawn, or templar seemed at one time, unimaginable until it actually happened. For here remained before him, his current lover and planned future promised to him and at the moment she stared at him with the coldest eyes of unfamiliarity one filled with so much passion could have. It was a look that announced "I'm not yours" and it brought Anders to realize in a painful conclusion that her memory of him was somehow erased.

"We should return to the camp to relax… and get some fresh air… Far from this." He insinuated and tried to keep his eyes away from the bodies while taking slower steps towards her direction. However, these movements were made only after he was certain that she wouldn't have reacted towards him in fear anymore.

Looking out towards her, the strained twinge of pining remained lucid in his expression. How much he longed to have reached out and touched her cheek; to pull her against his embrace once more—if at anything at all to just remind himself that she was even still alive—but Anders didn't dare to make such of a move. He feared that she would have quickly turned away, and that would have crushed him. Instead, his offering arms had only met towards Leliana's connection about halfway before Anders had lowered them back to his sides again. He turned his attention towards leading the way back to the camp for the time being.

"You've been through a lot." He spoke after awhile and averted her eyes from her for the moment; unable to trust himself to have even look her way. "When your memories do start to return, not all of them will be good ones. I know; I was there among a few of them… But if given time, and proper healing, everything will start to make sense for you, I promise."

At first Leliana didn't process the name given to her. If she had thought on it more pricesly then she would have recalled the name as someone horrible, that had killed so many within the Chantry of Kirkwall, as this is what she had remembered of him at least. In the moment though Leliana was more intent to know where she was, what was happening and why she was wounded. If Anders was the only one that had only known of this then for now she would have had to trust him, no matter how crazy it might have seemed. After all it would be just until she got answers and then she could have decided what do to from there since everything was a fog and it had seemed Anders was one of the few that had more knowledge than the few already surrounding her and looking at her oddly.

"I guess I can go with you…" Leliana spoke quietly as she watched his approach. Instead of taking his help to have helped her, she instead had taken it upon herself to stand on her own. Not out of spit or to be rude in anyway either but truly Leliana had known no one here and she wasn't certain who she could put her full trust into if anyone within this camp.

While leaving the area, somehow Leliana didn't manage to see any of the charred bodies. It was possible because she was looking to the ground most of the time as her arms had securely wrapped around her core and held there firmly as if it was some kind of way to keep herself together just so she wouldn't fall apart before everyone and ask a hundred questions.

After a few steps, Leliana shifted her gaze to have looked up toward Anders. But she hadn't turned her head fully in fear he'd notice, instead she only looked from the corner of her sockets before glancing away once more. She could feel a tension between them which she wished to question, but due to Anders words of her memories, brought Leliana to turn a bit to glance over to him and give the mage a look of confusion. "Memories?" Leliana repeated as one of her brows perked up curiously. "I lost my memories? ... You said there were bad ones, were they're good ones too? I mean… I know there will be good ones, just I don't get it. The last I recall is traveling with someone besides you…" Leliana said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"What were you to me? You said you were among the memories so maybe talking about this past might help… That is if what you say is true and I did lose my memories and you're not some kind of killer that's going to rape me in the middle of the night… You're not one of them right?" Leliana asked suspiciously as her posture changed to a slight leaned back one. Soon though her seriousness had left her as she giggled some if only slightly as she stepped in front of the mage. "Just kidding. I'm sure you would have done something by now if you were." There she attempted to have narrowed her sights on Anders as if trying to recall him from one of her distant memories. None came though no matter how hard she stared into his eyes or for how long she might have not even a flicker of hope passed her eyes. It almost made her hopeless and almost caused her to believe what he said was untrue. But she couldn't quickly point the finger without solid proof of this. "Just a name isn't very helpful you know mister."

Afterwards Leliana took the lead from Anders, even though she had no idea of where she was going she had still had that adventurous side inside her that had made her curious to what was around her. Thankfully for both rouge and mage though, Leliana hadn't gotten far as she was quickly stopped by her own reflection inside one of the armory tents, at first Leliana had only stared in shock of it before turning her hand towards her features and brushing aside her crimson hair and walking up towards the reflected iron, it wasn't the best image to have seen herself properly like a mirror would have provided but it was enough to have seen she'd been through something dire. "Makers sake I look horrible no wonder everyone's looking at me like I'm some kind of unknown animal. Something did happen to me out there didn't it?"Leliana asked with a bit of shock in her voice as she continued to examine herself.

From her words at first, Anders had almost felt stricken off-guard. Leliana nearly had behaved as she once had when they first met one another. There was the same youth and spunk within her that never seemed to cease. Everything was there, from when Anders had last healed her: Leliana's looks, her behavior-everything except for what was essentially important which had been her memories. Anders wanted to suppress the groan that he felt after such thoughts because they reminded himself of sounding like Alchemist of the Magistrate.

"I-…No, I'm not—" He was quick to argue from what quickly bumbling shock she was starting to put him through.

~Andraste's Bright and Shiny Nipple Clamps. This woman was going to have him killed if not from exposure, then from his strained emotions alone!~

He relaxed a bit once Leliana had revealed some that she had been teasing him. Anders could only have been taunted so much; and now after so many different ways that he's aged, it would appear even less so. His was more impatient, angry, upset, active, and nearly drilled to his current focus of invading the enemies' territories than ever before this moment.

Anders had followed her into one of the tents and watched the quickened moment she took in a rush towards fixing her appearance. Of course there would have been little she could have done with the dried blood that remained on her face. So, Anders had turned towards the nearest washing bin and took a cloth in his hands. He rang it out from the water and started to approach her once more.

"You were-…" The mage paused for a moment and suddenly decided not to have began with the most recent memory Leliana might have had. He shook his head to the thought and looked back towards her before lifting the cloth in his hands. His brown eyes caused a slight shift towards a noted glance of one of the small chairs that were still within the room.

"—Actually, you'd might want to sit down for some the things I'm going to try to tell you. Whether you are able to accept them or not, is of your choice—of course, but no matter what you wish to acknowledge, anything that I say to you in regards to this, from this point onward is the undisputed truth."

"Are you always this serious?" Leliana questioned in a bit of a raise of her eye brow. Eventually though Leliana did take the mages advice in almost a sigh as she turned around a bit too quickly in almost a stumble but found herself catching herself before any second fall before carrying on towards the nearest chair. "Because seriousness really ages a person you know."

Leliana waited patiently as one woman could have within the chair, but her impatience had shown through as her busy fingertips tapped along her thighs as she watched as Anders approach was made towards her. Maybe it was the slight nervousness settling in as well. After all she had just come across this man yet here he was following her around making sure she wasn't not only hopefully getting lost but not hurt also. It brought her to wonder more as to what Anders was towards her, but such thoughts were fleeting as the wash cloth in his hands caused her to look to the rag.

Leliana would have fought in a sense so he wouldn't have to fuss over her. As she didn't want to push the mage in any means since he had done so much already with healing her. She figured it would be asking too much and after all it was nothing more than a few dried patches and possibly some scars which every woman could have gotten away with, if they weren't too ghastly. "You know you don't have to do that." Leliana stated in a bit of a glance towards the wash cloth nearing her. She hadn't fought it though as she might have if it was someone else. She wasn't sure though why she wasn't pushing him away, but so long as he kept his distance in other ways she wouldn't have minded.

"So I'm sitting, go ahead throw it at me. Just be gentle… I'm a delicate." Leliana attempted to joke as she reached back and rubbed the nape of her neck. "Whatever you tell me I'll believe, or at least try to. I guess that all depends what it is… But I promise I'll have an open mind!" She said proudly in a bright smile with a raise of her left hand. After opening her eyes, her sight had narrowed onto her ringed finger, one of which she didn't remember having such a band on. In shock Leliana's attention shifted from the mage and towards the ring as she brought the ringed finger closer to her as she certain she was seeing some kind of illusion. After allowing such information to soak in Leliana had finally glanced up from her hand and towards Anders as almost hesitantly she looked towards his left hand and ringed finger to see a golden band their too.

Only a gulp forced its way down her parched throat as she had finally found the courage to part her lips once she believed such a time was right. "I'm married?" She asked hesitantly as she bit down on her lower lip before continuing. "H-How much have I forgotten… and who am I married to?"

From the sudden realization of her ring finger taking the occupancy of a diamond ring; incased around a golden band, it would have almost seemed cute to Anders if he hadn't been weighed down so much with what had recently been occurring around him and his army. So, when Leliana had asked him of who she was married too, Anders had then lifted his given hand up to mirror the reaction of her own but with a nervously given smile instead.

"Surprise…?" He questioned and then quickly brought the hand back over into both hands before clasping them together in between his rambling thoughts. "Would you like a drink? Maybe some wine…? I can assure you, none of that had anything to do with this—"

He pointed nearly lazy back down the ring he wore and then shrugged some in his passing thoughts. "Well, maybe a little—but not much."

Anders then turned his attention towards the exit of the tent and requested for a drink to have been brought to them. When one of the servants returned to him, he carried the glass over towards Leliana and handed to her to accept. He started to kneel down to one knee so that he came more at eye level with her; but his attention was directed more to the dried blood on her face. From there, Anders took the cloth and gently started to clean her skin with it.

"Relax… It's not a full marriage; no paperwork or anything legal has ever been signed. But we have been engaged nearly three years now; roughly estimating anyway…" He began and then his eyes darted back towards her warmly.

"You were right, of course; there are so many good memories that you've had too. Most importantly, you're the mother of our child, …and you're the Queen of Kirkwall. But to me, our love had seemed the most impossible and still the largest accomplishment we've ever achieved. You had a love for me so great that you stood by me when nearly anyone else would have turned me away. You even went into the Void itself to free me from my darkest blunder. How could I not have loved a woman who has done so much? You've been my everything."

Leliana had looked to the ring again which Anders had shown towards her and with it brought her lips to part but no words had come to pass her lips due to the shock settling in. Instead the rouge had just pointed at the mages hand even as it had lowered back down to his side. It even seemed her eyes didn't see to falter even from his ring he wore. Surprise was just a fragment of what she was truly feeling inside. She couldn't recall the last time she had felt such emotions of confusion and nervousness. The last she recalled was mages weren't able to wed and yet for her to promise herself to one was surprising for her as settling with a mage wasn't an easy life.

Leliana had almost reached out towards Anders when he went to have gotten the drink for her but had quickly stopped short when he was already out of arms reach. His words teasing or not had brought her to feel uneasy about drinking even if it was just a glass. But Leliana hadn't rejected the drink handed to her in any way since she didn't want to confront him with such thoughts. Instead the rouge had just listened to what he had spoken to her about in silence as she allowed the mage to have done what he previously had wanted, to clean the crusted blood.

"Three years?" Leliana repeated as her eyes shifted towards her ring then back up towards Anders at last when she spoke again. "And I'm a mother…" Leliana whispered towards herself in a bit of a half-smile. Even though such information would have been hard to take in for many, it was still one of the things she longed for all her life and if it were true she couldn't have pushed a child away if they were hers, it wouldn't have been fair to them since the child wouldn't understand. "How old is he, or she…? And their name? They're not here are they? I don't know what I would do right now if a child came running to me I'd just be a total mess."

After shaking her head some and finally bringing the rim of the cup to her lips Leliana had almost started to finally take a drink of the wine, but the tart fluids didn't quite quench her thirst after receiving one piece of information after another, as much as she wanted to question the void he spoke of the more important information set in with her, or at least the more important at the time. "Wait… You said I'm the Queen of Kirkwall… How is that even possible? What happened to the Champion?" She asked while reaching up to scratch her cheek in her own thought. The more in-depth she thought of what she could remember is when she had quickly opened her eyes and directed them to the mage. "Wait a minute, you were one of the Champion's companions weren't you and you're the one that destroyed the Chantry in Kirkwall." She stated out with an accusing point of her finger. "S-so what you say can't be true… It makes no sense at."

"The Champion… of Kirkwall is… dead…" Anders found himself straining towards Leliana's questions rather quickly. After all he had been put through that involved Naomi; he really did not want to have been reminded over the issue of her yet again. But this was something that should have came expected. Anders just didn't really feel completely comfortable with having to answer such questions, but he would have attempted to have been as swift and honest as he could in regards to them.

"A lot of …unpredicted chain of events caused many people we've both cared for to have lost their lives or abandoned us. That was why we stood together; I think… Or at least one of the reasons…" He said and then lowered the washcloth down once he had finished. He smiled towards the more happier thoughts. Anders would have rather focused on something like that anyway, and so he started to answer those as they came.

"Kirkwall still needed a leader, but there was no way—not even after the mage's successful rebellion—that anyone with magic could respectively ever be placed on the throne. So, I gave the throne to you." Anders answered and attempted to reach back for Leliana's shaking finger-pointing at him. He covered her hand with both of his own in his mild attempts to have kept her calm. "You have a son. You sired us a wonderful and bright baby boy. You named him Baelfire, because I was never good with names. He's a two year old right now, and still the sweetest child I could ever hope to have been blessed with."

Then the accusations came and shortly soon enough, there was even the quick stinging feeling of Leliana's fear aimed directly back at him. It was hurtful from each accusation given; and what really had stung him was the thought of most of what she already knew had been truths and forgiven truths un-earthed and aired. Ander's felt his grasp from around Leliana's hands had almost seemed pleading when he spoke to her.

"Yes…." He paused from looking at the ground of his tent. "Yes, I destroyed one chantry. I destroyed it for the symbolism it represented, and there are many things I've done for this same cause.—But… Oh…."

He held his head for the moment looked back up towards Leliana nearly in his same pleading manner as before. "I don't know how far back I must tell you everything… and if I delve too far into some memories to explain them, I may lose my self-control around even you… You do trust me; at least for what I do currently—and understand that I am only protecting you and our son, don't you?"

Leliana had felt her heart sink upon hearing the news of the Champion. Thankfully for her sitting down she was able to have such information soak in before lifting her eyes once more towards Anders when the mentioning of them losing many of those they cared for. In his eyes she had seen the despair of losing the Champion and this had just brought her to shift her head to one side. "You loved her... That's right you two were together the one time I had seen you two before even the Chantry was destroyed." Everything was slowly all starting to make sense to her, or at least of what she did remember. What she still didn't understand was how herself and Anders even happened to bond with one another so closely and quickly and yet to have a child together it was flabbergasting to think just trying to process it all had made her head throb.

"Who else did we lose...?" She dared to ask in a bit of hesitance before biting down onto her lower lip and shaking her head until it bowed. "Never mind it doesn't matter." She sighed upon trying to reach up and pinch the bridge of her nose after she set down her drink. She still listened to Anders but what she wasn't expecting was him to have reached for her still pointing finger towards him. When she had felt such contact she tried not to have pulled away though she had wished to have done so rather quickly. But instead in the time of their joined hands she had just looked to them and began shaking her head as her lips began to part, but such words didn't come as the requested information of their child was given to her, their son. Just the thought of him brought her lips to tug into a slight smile.

"Baelfire huh? I don't know... If I can face him." She admitted sheepishly in her darting eyes from him. It was a fear that was slowly eating her away from the inside and out and one which she couldn't hide from forever since the child would have called for her eventually once she returned. "What will I do? Or say even, he'll remember me but I won't even recall a single thing of him."

After hearing what Anders had told her, a part of her was still lost within all of it. For years she had severed the Maker, lived under his roof and yet she had turned her back upon him when one day she came across Anders, or at least this is what she had been putting together with what little she was told. "I don't get it, as to why I would even taken the throne in Kirkwall when you gave it to me or even helped you in the first... Sure I've always believed that everyone should be treated equal but also I held onto my belief of the Maker and what the Chantry had asked of me since they were my only home after what happened in Orlais."

Only a bit of a groan of not frustration but confusion slipped past her lips as she pulled her hand away from the mage finally and pushed herself up to stand to her feet. "If you are trying to protect me..." She started in a break in her sentence to allow her thoughts to process and silence to be the only thing between them until she came up with the words she had desired. "Then why can't I remember anything of my past with you or our son, nothing at all... But for right now I don't know what to believe or trust. I don't think you could just come up with all of that on a whim so it must be true...You will... Just have to let me think over all of this and I will try and think of what to do. Whatever that is... I don't know yet but maybe something will come to me to help me decide."

Anders couldn't give Leliana the answers to what questions she had asked him. When he watched her stand up from him and started to pull away, he felt his emotions sink right away with her. Anders was in fact quick to have chased after her as he started to rise up towards his feet as well. This was because one of his biggest fears at that moment was for Leliana to have left the tent Leaving this form of security to have ventured out into the war zone had only seemed like a suicide task for her.

The mage just simply could not allow that to happen, but at the same time he didn't want to startle her. If given one wrong move or one single slip-up, Leliana could have just as easily ran out and away from him. There would have been nothing that he could have done about it either. So, Anders's arms still remained in what displayed manner of defeat as he could when he cautiously had taken one step nearly too close to her; only to retrace that step equally backwards in return.

"No-no-no-no. Stay, here." He spoke out loud, more towards the movements she was making. It was almost as if he feared of what body language it may have even signaled for her to have left him. Anders had paused the moment that she had and signaled back towards the chair for her to remain. "We are in the middle of a warzone here, Leliana, and for all I know they could have cast some sort spell over you."

After a moment of glancing around the tent. It had appeared as though a million thoughts were running through Anders's mind; and there wasn't much that a normal human would have been able to obtain within a panicking state. In truth, there was probably a lot that Anders had needed to think on as well.

Obviously that simply telling Leliana was not really allowing things to sink in to anything she truly remembered. If at all, it only just managed to shock her and even recoil away from him. Leliana was going to have to remember these sort of things on her or to be prepared to have made new memories. Of course such of a transition like that couldn't possibly have been easy to switch back and forth from. The thought of Fenris popped into Anders's mind; and he felt himself wanting to have groaned

"Take your time. You need your time." He finally reassured and then glanced back over to their previously spot of talking. "Just please stay there for now… Take as much time as you need—for as long as you need-you'll have everyone here at your disposal—Just don't…go anywhere. Okay?"

Leliana staggered to a stop once Anders had stepped into her path which had only brought her to sigh and cross her arms under her breasts as she looked up to the mage in a look that had almost seemed to have been saying "do you think that's going to stop me?" kind of look. She had understood he cared, by now she got that. But it wasn't as if she was going to just waltz into the battlefield just after she scraped by somehow after such a supposed gruesome battle.

"You're a stubborn one aren't you…?" Leliana questioned with a perk of her brow towards the mage. "I swear men. I can never escape them. Fine… I promise I won't do anything foolish, such as skipping into the battlefield in hopes to pick some flowers for my bouquet as long as you promise not to worry so much… I swear… That look could almost kill anyone if you tried long and hard enough." Leliana sighed as she twirled around to have went back towards the chair which Anders was obviously instructing her to have gone to sit at.

"I'll try not to make you wait too long. But there's no telling with this mind of mine and how quickly it wants to work with me on remembering…" She said with puff of breath forcing out her lips in a sigh, causing her bangs that dangled in her eye sight to have breezed up slightly. "Just one thing… Will you stay here with me for a little while longer?" She pleaded slightly in a glance over her shoulder towards him, even if he was the mage that had caused so much hurt to so many people when he blew up that Chantry she still couldn't find it in herself to be alone. Somehow she trusted him, and she didn't know it but it was the same trust she felt when she first met him it was probably what was stopping her from running out of that tent.

When it came time for Anders to have left her eventually to have shown his attention else where, Leliana had distracted herself with simpler things… Those either trying to remember on her memories, but not being able to retrace places she possibly went with Anders was impossible right now. So in the meantime she stayed put, and this gave her nothing to have done but either pick up a few hobbies which kept her safely in one spot. It wasn't until the hours had passed that Leliana pushed aside the project which she was working on and stood to her feet to trail to the nearest desk. Once reaching it, her fingertips dragged across a blank piece of paper lain there.

"I know…!" She exclaimed happily as she quickly took her seat at the table. "I can write Alistair, maybe seeing a familiar face might help… And maybe he can tell me something too." She tried to tell herself as she quickly had taken the ink pen in hand and begun writing her letter to the King.

It wasn't until a few weeks later that Alistair actually received the letter and surprised to have seen one actually from Leliana that he opened in shortly after receiving it. When he read what was written he was at shock of what she had informed him. Shortly after he closed the meetings with his council and towns people to have risen from his chair and leave to where he could have found one of his trusted friend, Fenris.

After opening the door to the library, Alistair had stepped inside and narrowed his sights onto the elf slouched over a book. Uncertain if he was awake, Alistair quietly crept up towards the elf and grabbed one of the largest books in his hands and carried it to him to the table Fenris sat at before slamming the large and heavy book in front him. There he waited a moment in his own smirk and crossed arms to have waited for his reaction, but before any could have come he dropped the letter in front of Fenris that Leliana wrote. "You know I've been wanting to go on a roadtrip for a while now… What do you say would you like to accompany me?"

Fenris had once been reading but eventually his eyes had started to get heavy rather early into the book. He felt it would have been alright to have shut his eyes for a bit; leaving the indication that he was actually in heavy study of the Ferelden History majors so that he could skip out on doing other work actually. When the book had slammed down, Fenris had jumped a little and almost blurted out an answer to a question that was still from within the book.

"Twentry-three soldiers marched—" He started to word off rather loudly in an abrupt alertness and then gradually slouched upon realizing that he wasn't in some sort of classroom.

Fenris's eyes turned towards Alistair afterwards and there had been more confusion as to 'Why?' such an act was done. Though before Fenris could speak, Alistair had already beaten him too it. He looked down at the envelope and listened to the words inviting him. It had been a while since Fenris had really seen Leliana, and for the longest time he had thought he could get over loves he's adored simply from an amount of distance given. However no matter how far one could travel, there would have always still been at least a particular soft spot for that other person to remain.

Though trying not to appear as such, the elf folded his arms and leaned back against his chair for the moment. "Just so long as I'm not carrying the luggage."

The few weeks had turned into an actual month long journey to Kirkwall. A month ridding in a carriage with King Alistair was similar to a month riding in a carriage with hyperactive twelve year old boy. The kind of kid that needed more caramel in his mouth to keep him from talking; but you didn't want to give him caramel because then he would be bouncing off the walls next. So, it was enduring to listen to him talk; telling stories and doing his best to avoid the prodding questions when and all Alistair had started to take any interest in Fenris's natural hobbies or past life.

Unlike Alistair; Fenris was not nearly as open to sharing much of anything about himself still. What few things he did know about Fenris were only the things he had already openly shared with others before. His skin was branded with lyrium that burned deep into his body, he enjoys Diamond Back, and reading books most of all. Fenris hadn't really been that best of a carriage buddy because he mostly kept to himself and found games like 'eye spy' and 'had slap' way more entertaining that

Though it was when they arrived d to the mansion of Kirkwall, had they began to turn their gaze more towards the decorations of the building and taking in notice of the sudden decorations that were being made. There were Magisters and people without magic working together on small projects within the rooms as well. Seeing all of the hustle and bustle passing by them and only a few trained arrows forced in their direction; it was almost easy to pinpoint of where the ''bottom of the mage-barrel" would have been soft.

After reaching Kirkwall Alistair had quickly exited the caravan, to have his sights narrow on the decorations surrounding them, it only brought him to have thought it was some kind of celebration to have been put on for their success on the war coming to an end, or nearing the end in their favor. Soon though his attention shifted to that of the people and their readied bows and arrows. To show he, or his men were of no threat Alistair had only raised one hand to show he was of no harm while the other was used to have instructed his men not to attack.

Soon after Leliana had stepped outside, with little Baelfire clinged behind her and to her leg. At first her sights weren't set on Alistair as in truth she wasn't expecting him to have come since it had already been almost two months now since she sent the letter. "What's going on here-" Leliana questioned but soon found herself stalling in her sentence when her eyes finally narrowed on Alistair. With only her mouth gapped open she had quickly reached for Baelfire hand to have lead him in the direction of where he stood.

Alistair looked hesitantly to each bows man and woman to have seen then that their weapons were put to their sides and a sigh of relief pass his lips as he finally had greeted Leliana with the same open arms gesture she'd given. "You look like your faring well."

Leliana's one arm wrapped around Alistair tightened firmly around him and his armor that her eyes sealed shut momentarily until she had finally pulled back to have looked to him and smiled with a bit of a nod of her head. "And you look like the position of King is getting to you… And… Well, aging you." She teased.

"So you remember that huh?" He asked in a perk of his brow. "How much… Do you remember exactly?"

Leliana shrugged with a sigh only passing her lips. "I remember I was traveling among some Templars, and—" She began to speak but soon found herself at a loss for words when she glanced over the kings shoulder and had seen Fenris.

Upon Alistair seeing her stare, he had curiously looked over his shoulder and stepped to the side before looking back to the rouge. "Uhh this is—"

"Fenris…" Leliana interrupted in her unfaltering gaze towards the elf.

"You remember him?" Alistair asked curiously as he felt the need to dig a little deeper to see how much she had remembered of him.

"Yes, I just said his name didn't I?" Leliana asked with a bit of a roll of her eyes in a short glance towards the King before directing them back to Fenris as she stepped towards him with Baelfire still in hand. It was almost as if she was examining the elf in-depth and taking every detail of his features in.

Alistair had only partially smiled as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back upon his heels. "Right, so how much do you remember then?"

"I uhh…" Leliana whispered silently in her stare which had eventually broke after she closed her eyes and reached up to have rubbed her temple. "I remember we were together… And then he left for some reason that I can't recall." She explained and after opening her eyes she looked down to her feet before sighing. "I'm sorry… I wish I remembered more, but the more I try the more it seems these memories run from me. It's really frustrating."

"Hey don't worry about it, you're probably just trying too hard. How about we all just go inside and relax and we can talk about whatever comes to our minds first?" He suggested in a slight reach towards Leliana's shoulder to guide her back indoors while giving the signal for his men to have gathered their belongings to bring them inside.

This had been the first time that Fenris had actually faced the arrows of the men and women he had once helped to serve. He had been so use to the paranoia outside of the gates and aimed other people, that he had forgotten of what if felt like having them aimed directly back at himself. It was not something Fenris enjoyed. However he stood his ground along side Alistair; at least at a protective angle and watched as the signal for peace had carefully started to lower their weapons.

From farther off into the distance, he had seen Leliana and down below her had been Baelfire. It was amazing to him that he had grown so much since he had last left. It wouldn't be before long Baelfire would one day be as tall as himself; maybe even taller. He did have an affection for the boy, but doubted that was actually remembered and returned in feeling at this age. As he and Leliana had came closer, the more that Fenris had attempted at holding himself back before diving down to have given each of them a hug. He wanted to, but didn't .

Fenris listened to the conversation going back and forth between Alistair and Leliana as if they were brother and sister; almost. Then came the sudden intense stare that Leliana had given him; causing Fenris to have leaned back from her continual study. He wasn't certain how to have felt after being analyzed. There had just been so many plot holes that kept the her memories together and hanging by only a thread that he was wondering just how Leliana was able to do it. If he didn't know any better, he would have said that she was doing it on purpose.

Then the sudden invitation of being invited inside pulled Fenris to follow them along. He was still looking towards them and then back to the people that was unloading everything from the carriage. He then turned and started to catch up to Alistairs closest available side and started to nudge him a little and started to speak.

"How long are we staying?" He asked in a hushed tone.

Alistair tried not to jump when he felt the nudge given to his side as he turned finally to look to the elf. He only smiled to his words and reached over towards the elf in a single pat to his shoulders. "As long as possible Fenris." He replied and glanced back to Leliana and then the child carrying on behind her like that of duckling had done with its mother, but his gaze wasn't set towards his mother. Instead it was directed at both of the men behind them, as if he was watching them suspiciously like any child would have to someone they hadn't seen in such a long time.

"So…" Leliana had said in a bit of a twirl to have faced both men and child as she continued her walk in a backwards pace to a place they all would have more privacy. "Tell me what you've been doing in this time I don't remember."

"Oh you don't want to know that, it's just boring kingly stuff is all." Alistair mentioned in a bit of a shrug of his shoulders. "Where is Anders, he didn't leave you here all alone did he?" He asked suspiciously as his gaze casted from one side of the hallway which they were walking through to the other side until setting back to Leliana.

"He's off fighting this war." She replied in a shrug of her shoulders, she had to surpress the roll of her eyes since she hadn't liked being here all alone with no one to keep her company but the staff. This was why she had taken most responsibility of Baelfire when she returned, hoping it would have sparked any kind of memories and also to have kept herself busy even though it was an unsettling feeling at first, she had quickly bonded with boy, she just hoped she could recall actually being his mother those past two years so she wouldn't have felt so guilty.

"He won the first battle but I suppose theres still more to be done." Leliana added as she stepped inside one of the rooms where they could have at least sat and conversed more easily.

"War is never an easy situation to be in." Alistair groaned in a bit of a glance towards Fenris. "I guess its good morale to have ones leader there, so I can understand why he left I suppose. Still to leave you in such a condi—'

"Hey now, I'm not broken… I might not remember much of anything but that doesn't mean he has to sit by my bedside and hope and wait for my memories to return." Leliana intrupted with a wave of her finger before leaning over to pick up Baelfire and set him down in a chair next to the one she choose to sit in herself. "Plus I'd rather have it this way."

Alistair watched from the doorway before glancing down the hall which they came and to his guards and the luggage which was brought in. "You know I should go make sure they don't break anything." Alistair mentioned as his eyes set on Baelfire and his playful nature. "You know I can take the boy, it might be nice to spend time with him."

"Because you're such a big kid yourself." Leliana teased towards him in a slight chuckle, eventually she nodded and reached for Baelfire to help him down and to instruct him who to go to and behave himself.

"I may be a big kid, but that's why kids love me." He joked, while watching as Baelfire made his rush towards him. With it brought Alistair's extended hand to take the boys as he left the room.

Leliana had only let the silence linger for a short while longer before pushing against the table and standing to her feet. She hadn't made any movements towards Fenris. Instead she went to the nearest table, taking two glasses and pouring water in each before walking over to Fenris and offering one to him. "You know, it's nice to see you… But you sure have been quiet since you got here…" Leliana stated in short gaze up at him. "Well not that you were ever much of a talker." She teased with a little push to his shoulder to have shown she was being playful towards him. "You know... I missed you, even though it seems as if you just left."

Fenris had remained quiet for the most part of this visit. He had assumed that it was more of a visit between Alistair and Leliana. He watched them converse back and forth; remaining to have been more of what a guard should have been. Granted, Fenris was not a King's Guardsman, but he did manage to find himself at a close side near Alistair for two-thirds of any traveling they had done. He listened to Leliana's tales of Anders though, and he didn't like it.

The mage was beginning to sound more and more like a Magister to him. Fenris didn't want to really voice it but the small signs were already there presented and ready to be argued. The first one was that he wished to show people, even if by force if necessary , that regular mortal can live equally happy among those that could do magic. The next thing was his method of carrying out his plans. In truth, he could have continued on and on of the reasons why; but that's only because Fenris had lived the other side of this revolution Anders's wished to have.

He found himself too lost in his thoughts even, over this issue almost not to have even notched that Alistair had made his escape. He knew that's what he was doing because he took Baelfire with him. Fenris didn't know what would have been expected of him anymore. Leliana had already chosen who she wanted to be with at that time, and despite how painstaking the actual break-up had been, Fenris was finding himself still around Leliana in closed quarters.

He laughed some after Leliana had offered him. It was a slight nervous laugh; the kind that still had a crack in it. Turning away, he took a large gulp of water from the giving cup; nearly drank it completely down and rested back against the table for the moment.

"It's been a long time since Cheese brain actually left Denerim. I'd think he mostly was awaiting your letters each and every day." Fenris stated in hopes that the change of topic would have helped him. However, Leliana did tend to drive the topic back 'home' with the accusation of him leaving. He sighed some and looked around the room a bit with his eyes before dropping his head back down. "You really don't remember then, do you? ….It's not as if I wanted to leave, Leliana, but it doesn't take a scholar to be able to take one look at me and one look at this place and to say would be where I could belong."

Leliana looked towards the glass which Fenris had drank down which had only brought her to look back towards the elf in her own confusion. "I don't make you nervous now do I?" There was a slight tease in her voice, but in all seriousness she was curious if she had since it had seemed like Fenris was distant from what she last remembered. "What exactly happened between us?"

As quickly as such a question was asked Leliana had raised her hands up and waved them some in her defense. "Never mind don't answer that… I find myself asking a lot of questions nowadays." She explained in a slight sigh as she began to turn her shoulder and step a few feet away from him to give him at least a little bit more space.

"Of course I don't remember… At times I wish I did, while other times I wish I won't remember none of it. There's so much about me that has changed that it's baffling to even believe. I guess I'm just afraid to learn of my past." She explained towards him as she had looked down to her own glass of water but hadn't taken even her first drink yet since it seemed she was otherwise memorized by what was in the glass. In truth though, her full concentration was given all to Fenris even though she hadn't looked his way.

"I guess I understand why you left. I just wish you could have stayed is all. It certainly would have been easier to see a familiar face when I returned here." She said with an ending aspirated sigh. "But I am glad Alistair and more importantly you had come here when you did, I think I would have lost my mind without seeing someone I knew. You are planning to stay for a while aren't you?" She asked as she turned towards him to have reached for his hands to grasp without much thought on her actions until after they were made. Only realizing this afterwards had made her look down towards her hands and eventually slip her hands away from his.

"You know, maybe we should go out and do something… Anything." She suggested in a excitable tone of voice as she braced herself against her knees. "I think the staff was asked to keep a watchful eye on me or something because when I even try to go outside they follow me… So we may need to sneak past them…" Leliana thought out loud as she straightened and had reached up and began tapping her index to her chin repeatedly. "That is if you're brave enough still." She taunted in a bit of her tongue stuck out at him.

Fenris wasn't certain how he could have answered her when Leliana had asked of what happened. When she grasped his hand, he was startled a bit. He felt a need to have partially tugged away. Though this was because, the feelings he had for Leliana had remained confused and raw. She hadn't known for how long he moped when returned to Alistair's guard; which had been the main point to why he had ran off in the first place.

"I guess I'm only staying for as long as Alistair." Fenris answered with the thought of Alistair's luggage in particular. He couldn't remember if his suitcases were more in bulk than the staffs or if it were vice versa. The elf had hoped that the King hadn't planned on ditching him here.

He watched her hatching out a plan all on her own and with a questionable eyebrow, he raised it in response. The slight thought of having 'The Ferelden King' tell Anders's guards to back down seemed almost improbable. Fenris couldn't really picture it much. They were too paranoid; and Leliana did appear to have suffered from the similar thing Alistair had suffered from on the occasion. The need for wanting to escape probably was something every nobility or royal had. Fenris had never really paid much attention to anything like that before; though.

"Well…" He pondered while looking towards the direction of the guestrooms; still in thought. "I suppose there are a few extra bed sheets laying about that we could use to scale the Keeps' walls. That is, if you'd feel up to it."

Leliana had smiled brightly upon hearing that Fenris would have escaped these walls with her. Even if it was for a short time she had wished to have done so and with a familiar face at that. Without giving Fenris much of a warning Leliana had begun to tug on the elf's arm to lead him towards the door which Alistair previously departed from so they could have found the sheets to be used in the sneaky escape.

In their attempt to escape without being seen was mostly a success. There were a few incidents where Leliana was caught with a bundle of sheets in her arms that would call the staff near her. But eventually the rouge persuaded them to have left and that she was capable enough to have tended to at least a few sheets. A bit of a lie on her part, but at least it had worked with little to no altercations. In her success Leliana had skipped back to the room where Fenris was waiting with the utmost glee one person could possibly have.

"Well that was fun…" She muttered to herself as she begun to drop the sheets down to the floor of the room to have begun the tying process to have left the Keep unseen.

Leliana was much like a child once she left past the Keeps walls. She hadn't noticed it much, but when a certain object would catch her eye she would suddenly turn in the direction of it and head towards it with a quickened pace. It wasn't until she noticed Fenris wasn't right beside her that she began to twirl around upon her heel to have looked back at him with a warm smile before darting over towards him and joining her hand in his once more to have dragged him quickly alongside her.

"Come on slow poke." Leliana teased as she turned back around, but still had a firm yet gentle grip upon his hand.

Eventually Leliana's eyes had caught onto one of the nearest vendors and of what they were selling… Candied Apples, something of which Leliana couldn't have recalled eating in so long that she had to approach just to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks upon her. Since when these were sold it was mostly during such times of celebration. As she finally approached the booth, Leliana's stalk stilled to a sudden stopping halt as she looked down to the numerous sweets before her. It wasn't just candied apples the man was selling but pasties and chocolates. The rouge would have further examined the product if it weren't for the voice behind the booth speaking called her to have looked up and releasing Fenris's hand in the process.

"Welcome, welcome… Help yourself as long as you're going to pay for what you touch that is…" The man spoke as he glanced down to Leliana's reaching hand in a reach towards one of the candied apples.

Leliana smiled briefly as she slowly retracted her arm back down to her side to have pulled out some coin to pay the man first before taking what she had decided on. It wasn't until she had proudly had the caramel covered apple in her hand that she started to turn around to greet Fenris once more after taking the first bite. With the other unbitten end facing Fenris's way, Leliana had started to inch the candy apple his way in a playful manner and a bit of an arch of her brow. "You want some Fenris? It's pretty good."

After finding of how fast and almost easy for Leliana to have obtained the sheets, Fenris had started to wonder if she had ever attempted to escape the Keep from before. Then again, Leliana was a rogue and so she had sly methods in getting nearly anything she wanted. Fenris wasn't going to put that past her one bit. It was a thought that made him smile slightly in between tying the bedsheets and helping her escape.

The two had seemed to venture towards the streets of Hightown; just outside of the Keep and yards away from the center of Kirkwalls major source of battles. The elf was a bit surprised that there had been even vending shops still flourishing. Hightown was hardly a place to have ever been short on gold, but still, Fenris was expecting some form of economic depression due to the wars that Anders was certainly pushing "his people" through.

His People. The thought alone had caused Fenris stomach to churn, and his mind continued to ramble on at other things rather instead of focusing on keeping track of Leliana. Anders wasn't even here and he was already getting on Fenris's nerves! He had to pay more attention to what was going on, before he had lost Leliana again…

Of course the redhead had continued to venture from one direction to the other like a busy bee that had yet to reach the first flower. It was rather entertaining to watch when Fenris had been able to clear his thoughts at last. He watched her step up to one of the venders and purchased one of the candy apples that were there.

Fenris had watched her take a bite into the apple and soon other memories had flooded him. It was a little odd, but he thought of Anna for that one moment. Then when he looked around towards the reconstruction of the Chantry, his thoughts had continued to wander from the battle of when nearly everyone was either killed or forced into the revolution, to the conclusion that they had now.

There was so much that Fenris had wanted to question Leliana, but she was in no position to really give him any answers now. She was just figurehead now; most likely, and that was all he could accept her of being. Because surely Anders would have had more sense in his head to take complete direct control over Kirkwall when Leliana couldn't even remember him. Fenris trusted in that much at least.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the apple was presented to his face. He blinked a couple of times and listened to Leliana's voice from behind the fruit; presenting the offering to him. With a quiet shrug, the elf closed his eyes and took a bite of the sweet food. The juice of the apple had filled his mouth, and it was delicious.

"Well, well." Isabela's voice had seemed to cheer from the far distance; causing Fenris to have frozen from his position for at least a few seconds. "Fenris finally out of Denerim's strongholds for a change. Did you get tired whipping the King's men in to shape or this another one of your runaway routines?"

Fenris opened his eyes, and looked towards the woman almost puzzled. The Pirate Gypsy had been one of the last people he thought he'd ever really see again. It left him a little lost for words at the moment; though he did start to take a closer step towards Leliana's side for the moment.

"And you're out with Leliana! It's been quite a while. Ooh-does Anders know?" She questioned in a light tease; something of which rang more truth than she probably had realized when she spoke, "You know the crazy-coot's going to flip he ever finds out."

Leliana beamed brightly upon seeing Fenris taking her offering of food. Just as his bite was taken and he started to lean back Leliana had begun to bring the exposed fruit to her lips a second time almost to have taken another bite. But such an action wasn't taken as the voice didn't only catch Fenris's attention but hers as well. It was a voice from a past that she had thought she had long and forgotten by now. But the more she had peered over the elf's shoulder just to have pleased her curiosity, she was given the chance to see it was someone she recalled actually.

"Isabela?" Leliana whispered in a blink of her eyes. Within that moment the rouges attention shifted but more-so towards that of Fenris when he took his stance next to her. Leliana would have asked more in-depth of why the pirate was here, since just as Fenris she didn't think she'd run into the pirate again for years to come. But with what she couldn't remember, there was no telling when the last time she saw Isabela.

But by what Leliana had heard, it had seemed Isabela had known more about Leliana than she knew of herself when the mentioning of Anders was brought to her attention. Her eyes began to widen some as she approached the pirate with a bit of a wave of her hands in a pleading manner. Leliana didn't know Anders would have disapproved of her spending time with Fenris but she did believe he wouldn't have liked her to go out into Hightown so carelessly even if she was with Fenris. The mage did seem a bit protective from what she gathered.

"You can't tell him…" She practically begged as she bit down onto her lower lip in her thought. "I'm not really supposed to be out and about as it is… Supposedly its safer for me in the Keep and also with my condition." Leliana sighed in her short pause with a roll of her eyes. "I shouldn't be out… But it's getting rather stuffy in there…" She groaned in a glance back over her shoulder to where the Keep was located. She expected Isabela to have understood mostly then anyone since the woman was an adventurous type like herself and wanting nothing more to be on her ship with the wind against her back. For some there was no freedom such as that. And yet all Leliana wished was to get some fresh air was all besides out in the garden.

After more in-depth thought on her part after taking her a few steps back Leliana had begun thinking more precisely on how much Isabela had known about herself and Anders. Which had tempted her to have asked. Since it was only Anders word Leliana had to go on was a bit nerve wrecking for her. Then there was him saying it would all come in time and many that had known Leliana knew how she had hated waiting. But Leliana wouldn't have directly asked Isabela, at least not now since she figured such things required privacy. So for now she had to be as discrete as possible until such a time came.

Casually Leliana turned upon her heel and trailed back over to Fenris while she brought the apple to her lips for her second bite. After taking in the chewy, sweet and crunchy substance and gently wiping her lips clean from any remnants of food that may have been there is when she had started to speak up a second time in her curiosities. "What brings you to Kirkwall Izzy? It obviously isn't the sights since the fighting here isn't doing this place any justice." She said in a glance over to Fenris as she offered him another bite if he so pleased. "Or maybe you missed me?" She teased slightly as her brow perked up in the direction of the pirate.

After chuckling some and lowering her arms to that of an almost crossed rest, but the one still holding the candied apple instead propped against her crossed arm as she waved the candied covered fruit in Isabela's direction slightly. "You wouldn't happen to be staying long would you? I'd love to catch up and possibly ask you a few questions as it is."

Isabela watched as Leliana had seemed to prance around with her prized fruit. From one minute, she was begging like a stray captive to the next her stance had seemed to recover twice as quick. Her grin broadened some at Leliana's choice of words. After all, Isabela hadn't been around since the moment that Tempest was turned tranquil. In fact for the pirate; everything else in the world had nearly all stopped until she had heard the updates on Anders. She had to return after the rumors had been known.

"Oh, you know I had to return to see you, Leliana. The shore wouldn't feel as welcoming without you to greet me." She cooed slightly in return and caught the glance that Fenris had sent her way. She ignored it though; as she normally did when being near such jealousy. "Actually, I heard rumors that Anders surpassed even tranquility. I have a friend I'd like for him to take a look at."

"I don't think that's…" Fenris paused and looked towards Leliana briefly before looking back towards Isabela once more. "…much of a good idea. For one thing, he's not here to really confirm whatever questions you'd probably want to ask him. Leliana's been through an ordeal that stripped her of selective memory. And to tell you the truth, the person you'd want to speak with is actually in the frontlines of Anders's army."

Isabela narrowed her eyes in slight confusion, but had said nothing for the moment. She merely crossed her arms underneath her large breasts and awaited an even better answer than of what Fenris was giving her.

"Besides, the whole process is dangerous with just as equally dangerous results… Who could you possibly want that revised from anyway?" Fenris questioned; now more curious than ever.

"Oh, just a friend." Isabela shrugged with a bright grin returning to her cheeks again.

Leliana merely shifted her head to one side that brought her to try to think back on this tranquility ordeal Isabela was speaking of. Anders had once spoken about it but didn't go in depth of it to where she might have pleased so she wasn't much of a help if any towards Isabela and this new quest she sought to go on for a friend in need. Which was even more frustrating for Leliana, since she had wished she could have helped… But she was useless in giving any sort of information at all.

"I'm sorry Isabela…" Leliana responded in that of a light whine in her tone. "I won't be of no help… And it's as Fenris says." She explained with a pause to have nodded her head in the direction of the elf. "Anders is out fighting this war, along with anyone else that may know of what you seek." In a bit of a sigh, Leliana had begun to reach up with her free hand to have pinched at the bridge of her nose in thought momentarily. A part of her was hoping something would have come back right then, whether it being good, bad or indifferent she didn't care as long as it was a hint towards something.

"You know I would help if I could…" She began to state in a glace from the corner of her eyes as she lowered her hand back to her side. "While you're here though…" Leliana started to ponder as she approached the rouge. "You can tell me of any past journeys we might have had alongside one another these past few years… As it's as Fenris says, I can't remember much and you know how thankful I'd be if you helped me. It will be like almost listening to a story and I'll repay you anyway I can." She offered with a bright smile. "But first things first! We're so eating all the candied apples until we're full or get sick and start puking. But the first one to puke has to pay for all the candied apples."

"You're trying to get all of that sugar to go straight to my thighs aren't you?" Isabela taunted and then turned towards the booth that contained all of the candy-coated food. Her grin broadened brightly as she reached for one of the apples for herself. "Alright then, but you're going to have to lick it off when it does."

Fenris turned bright red and quickly turned away in a high-strung coughing fit. And so the rest of the evening was spent each eating candied apples until they couldn't possibly eat anymore. It really hadn't mattered who would have ended up sick first since there wasn't enough apples to fill anyone's appetite. Isabella told the stories of Leliana and Anders fighting against Starkhaven Templars and the battles they ended up getting caught together. She told her about Lasher and Tempest; but only from what memories that Leliana was probably only supposed to have known. There was no point in going into too much detail of who those two were anyway.

It was after Isabela had cheated on the conditions; so to speak. It came when Isabela asked him what was worse than finding a worm in his apple; than possibly half a worm, that Fenris had ended up losing the bet eventually. He had to pay for all of the apples; which he half expected the outcome anyway. When Tempest had arrived, she had introduced him – or rather reintroduced him to Fenris and Leliana both.

The elf hadn't seemed nearly as disturbed about seeing someone they met before as a tranquil now. Then again, he and Tempest never quite had ever gotten along on the best of terms. For once, the tranquil solution hadn't seemed nearly as bad as the mages had made it sound. He knew of the stories and even seen it on others before. His opinion hadn't really changed much at all.

For the most part, the four ended up getting extremely drunk on the way of returning back to the Keep. Tempest couldn't really express emotion but a drunk was still a drunk. Regardless, he was also still the most responsible in making certain that they each returned to where they wanted to go. Isabela was to sleep in the same room with Tempest, and Fenris ended up in bed with Leliana.