When Lavellan's world comes crashing down only days before the battle with Corypheus she's determined to correct her greatest regret. Forget Solas, her bare face, her dying hand, her imminent death—a night as someone else at the Herald's Rest beckons! But her fresh start is threatened by an unexpected visitor—the very elf who broke her heart and who plans to stand in her way

Dreams from a dead goddess send Harea Lavellan to the humans Conclave, where the world explodes and she becomes a prophet for the Andrastian peoples of Thedas. Romance is the last thing on her mind, but sex goes a long way in making this possibly dying world more bearable.

Clearing his throat, Solas puts on his best mild mannered apostate face. "My expertise lies in the Fade and not... this. And I don't like the idea of you presuming to command me to – what? Engage in intercourse with our Inquisitor?" In which Dorian and Ellana discuss (her misconceptions about) sex, Solas overhears everything, and a situation arises.