I think there's only one translation for this section, but it's still at the end.

The Past

"This isn't good. This is bad. This is really bad," Sera begins babbling.

I can no longer directly sense the spirit that led me here, to this memory, but I know it must be nearby.

"It's not that bad," Bull says. "I see two dead darkspawn and a brace of nugs. No Inquisitor."

I'm not certain why I am here, but perhaps if I follow this memory through to the end...

"Yes," Sera argues, "but we know there's more darkspawn, and she's the bloody Inquisitor. If she gets killed by darkspawn, I hate to ruin the ending, but Coryphi-face wins. Why did she go alone?"

"Most of us do, when it comes our turns to hunt," I point out absently, studying the bodies.

"Well, sure, but 'shouting-distance' means something different next to the bloody ocean, right, and apparently no one told - "

"Look at the angle of these shots," I say to Bull, ignoring Sera. I tell myself it is because she is being irrational, but I know if I listen, her panic will free mine from the stranglehold in which I currently hold it.

"From above," he says. "Good catch. She climbed a tree. Probably left the nugs as bait."

"Dalish strategy," I tell him. "Often those passing through an area neglect to keep watch for attacks from above."

"Darkspawn aren't known for being creative thinkers," Bull says, reasoning through it. "Good sense of smell, though. How do you track someone through the trees? I mean - how are we going to?"

"Well, she would have gone back to camp, right?" Sera suggests. "Maybe she's already there."

"Dorian would have sent a flare," Bull reminds her.

"Besides," I add, "the darkspawn came from an area that currently lies between us and our camp. She would have tried to go around." I glance at Bull. "There's no good way to track someone moving through the trees without going up yourself."

"I hope that 'yourself' is rhetorical," he says dryly. "Qunari aren't big tree-climbers."

"None of us are trained in what to look for, so I don't know how much luck we would have," I reassure him. "And it would be slow."

"Well, if she saw the darkspawn there," Bull points toward where the incursion originated, "then the fastest way back to camp is that way." He indicates the northeast, along an arm of forest that skirts several nearby clearings.

"Took you long enough," Sera complains. "Let's go!"

I clamp down on my desire to call down a lightning bolt on her, aware that it is half because of my worry for Lisell, and content myself with muttering something better left untranslated under my breath.

Skirting the rocky edge of the tree line is faster than trying to walk through its tangle of branches and undergrowth, so that is what we do, keeping watch for further signs of Lisell.

"There," Bull says several minutes later. "Three more darkspawn, and…" he rolls one over with the blade of his sword. "A...mutilated dove? Ah, smart."

"Spot the darkspawn from your tree, cut the bird open, toss it down as a distraction, shoot them before they see or smell you," I sum up, partly because saying it out loud helps me decide if there is anything more to learn from it, and partly because I don't want Sera to need to ask questions.

"Hold on," Sera says anyway. "Is she - is she still hunting?"

"I doubt the birds are for our dinner pot," Bull tells her. "She needs the fresh blood scent to cover the probably-still-inside-her blood scent. But, hey, if we catch her quick, before she has to use all the birds - roasted doves for dinner."

"Something to look forward to," I say, trying to keep the sarcasm from my voice. The only thing I look forward to is having Lisell back safe.

We find another group of dead darkspawn with another dove - "Four," Bull comments. "Groups seem to be getting bigger. Can't say I like that."

No more do I. We continue on, coming near the end of this arm of the forest, which terminates in the center of a wide clearing. On the outskirts, we see it - moving figures. At this distance, I can't positively identify them as darkspawn, but I know they are.

Then the soft sound of a released bowstring reaches our ears, and one drops. Another twang, another drops. I glance around, and realize there are quite a number of suspiciously lumpy hillocks dotting the grass.

Bull puts his hands to his mouth. "HELL YEAH, YOU GO, BOSS!" he roars, then glances at me. "I count thirteen bodies, and there are probably more hidden in the grass," he tells me gleefully.

"Um," Sera says, "I think you got their attention, you big stupid idiot."

We end up having to fight our way across the clearing, luckily assisted by occasional well-placed arrows from Lisell. When we reach her tree, we find her standing casually on a gently swaying limb twice Bull's height above the ground. "Glad you made it," she calls down with a wave that makes my stomach drop as she releases all handholds to do it. "I was starting to worry I would run out of arrows before I ran out of darkspawn."

"Where did you learn to shoot like that?" Sera demands. "And why didn't you ever frigging tell me?!"

"Bow is the first weapon everyone in my Clan learns," she replies with a shrug, releasing her handholds again to hold the bow out in front of her and study it critically. "If we're ever overwhelmed, even children can be sent into the trees to pick off attackers."

Sera glances at me and Bull. "That is batshit, right?" Without waiting for an answer, she yells up to Lisell, "You know that's batshit, right?"

"Besides," Lisell continues, ignoring the question, "what am I supposed to do, take a sword hunting? That doesn't make even a little bit of sense."

"Is there a reason you haven't come down?" I ask her, trying not to sound impatient - or terrified by her nonchalance regarding the distance between her and the ground.

"There is. I see another group headed this way." She stands up straighter and readies an arrow. "Just waiting for them to come into range. I think, after this, we can make a run for it."

"Could send up a flare," Bull rumbles.

"Might bring an entire darkspawn horde down on us," I reply.

"Yeah, just checking my math," Bull agrees. "We're going to need to plug some holes after this."

"Provided we survive this," I point out, not adding that we don't actually know how many darkspawn there are, or that our camp is still standing.

"Ah, come on - we've been through worse." He hikes a finger at the tree. "She doesn't seem worried."

I don't have time to answer before Lisell comes swinging down from the branches, about a dozen dead doves tied together and slung over her shoulder. "Pretty sure I see more movement that direction. Might want to get going."

"Dinner?" Bull asks hopefully as we move out, indicating the birds.

"Well, the nugs I caught are covered in darkspawn blood," she says. "Hardly appetizing."

"Unless we all want to join the Wardens," I mutter, shuddering at the thought.

She glances at me. "Are you all right? You seem tense."

"Yes," I say very carefully, the word clipped.

"To which part?" she asks with a little smile, trying to ease me into a better mood.

All I see is her waving down at us, balancing hands-free on a swaying limb. "I am tense, and for good reason."

"Why?" Her tone is still flagrantly casual, as though we found her shooting at deer rather than darkspawn. "You found me, we're all still alive, and I even have dinner," she tells me, shrugging the shoulder not covered in limp birds.

"Really appreciate that last one, boss," Bull puts in from in front of us. Though I didn't notice it, Lisell and I have fallen back behind the other two.

All the panic I wouldn't let myself give into seems to be choking me now. "You were lost, alone, while darkspawn poured from the earth," I tell Lisell, my voice more accusatory than is probably wise. "I have reason to be...tense."

Her eyes narrow and her mouth hardens into a line. "Oh, yes," she agrees, her casual tone utterly at odds with her expression. "As opposed to...the time I faced a darkspawn magister and his pet archdemon alone in perfect safety? Or, perhaps," she continues, her voice now openly drenched in sarcasm, "taking you with me renders me impervious to harm somehow? Don't tell Adan - he'll think I've been selling his potions on the black market rather than drinking them."

"They're going to have it out, now," Sera stage-whispers ahead of us. "Place bets for who comes out on top, if you know what I mean?"

I glare at her back. "Perhaps we ought to...later," I suggest to Lisell.

"If you insist," she replies, her tone cool.

We only encounter one darkspawn on the way back to camp, and it is cut down with a single blow from Bull's sword. Lisell's bounty of doves is greeted with delight, but she insists on putting off dinner until at least the nearest holes leaking darkspawn have been dealt with. We split up into teams, a mage with each, with Bull left to keep an eye on camp - and begin cooking, if he so desires, which it sounds as though he does.

"Better hurry," he warns us, "or I might not leave you any."

I try not to be surprised - or anything in particular - when Lisell puts herself in my team, along with Cole. He looks between the two of us, but says nothing as Lisell indicates the direction we will take.

Locating gaps is relatively simple - just a matter of finding darkspawn and continuing in the direction they were coming from after we have killed them. As we find more and more bands, in larger and larger numbers, we know we are getting close. There are actually two holes for us to close, not too far apart. One of them I roll a boulder onto. The other collapses as soon as I begin shifting the ground around it.

"I think that's all...here," Cole says. "There are a lot of them in the ground, though. They are hungry for the song."

"You can hear them?" Lisell asks, surprised, as we turn to head back towards camp.

"A little - more when there are many, because they all want the same thing, even though most of them can't think their own thoughts or - or want their own wants," Cole replies. "He's not really angry at you, you know," he goes on, as though the new subject follows naturally from the last. "You make him feel - everything he has sacrificed. If he adds you to his sum of sacrifices, the strain may...splinter him asunder - "

"Cole," I say sharply.

"You should trust her," he tells me. "If you don't trust her, how is she to trust herself?"

"Enough, Cole," I tell him more quietly, casting a glance at Lisell. It is getting dark now, limiting my ability to read her expression. Still - I notice again how young she is, and I remember her easy confidence as she stood atop her tree branch, killing darkspawn with a borrowed bow. What a tragedy, if she ever lost that faith in her own competence. How much worse, if she lost it because of me.

The light from camp is in view, now. I take her arm and stop her. "Go ahead, Cole. Let them know we will be there soon."

"Yes, good, do that," he sighs, relieved, and leaves us alone.

Naturally, she is angry with me. "I'm hungry," she says. "After all, apparently I almost died this afternoon, and there's nothing like confronting your own mortality to build an appetite."

"Cole wasn't wrong," I tell her, ignoring the bad temper I provoked while I try to decide how to frame my apology.

"You act like - " She throws up her hands. "You act like I'm being reckless, rather than just running into some bad luck - and then dealing with it. Everyone hunts or forages alone, Solas, except sometimes the ones who, for some reason, don't have any training in ranged weapons. The camp was under attack. Was I supposed to try to make myself heard over the battle - and let the darkspawn know I was there at the same time? Would I really have been that much safer with a partner - one who likely wouldn't be able to take to the trees as easily as I can?"

"No," I agree with a sigh. When put that way, my anger looks even more absurd. "I was afraid something had happened to you, and I - I should not have taken it out on you. Ir abelas, arasha. You were - quite magnificent, all things considered." I pause. She has folded her arms across her chest, but she isn't glaring anymore, just waiting warily. "Just so you are clear," I add after a moment of reflection, "the night you faced Corypheus at Haven was among the worst of my life, and I didn't even have a right to feel as terrible about it as I did, then."

Her brow furrows as she considers my words, but I can see she is softening. "Didn't you?" she asks after turning it over for a few moments. "Had I really not made my interest clear enough by then?"

"I had no faith in the earnestness of your regard until you kissed me," I tell her truthfully enough. I hadn't even allowed myself to imagine she might be in earnest before that night in the Fade.

She steps closer, hands clasped behind her back. "And now? How is your faith in my earnestness now?"

I laugh a little. "I am...reasonably certain of it," I tell her.

"And...is there anything I might do to make you more certain?" she asks, taking another step nearer.

She is within reach now, and this day has been too trying for games. I catch her about her waist and pull her to me, bring one hand up to caress her face, and let my other hand slide to her hip. It isn't quite as satisfying as it ought to be, for she is still wearing the heavy leather armor that she wore hunting. Better than her plate - but still impeding my ability to touch her the way I want to. Perhaps she senses my frustration, for she lays her hands flat on my chest, runs them with evident appreciation up to my shoulders, and then around my neck, her fingers reaching into my collar to stroke my skin. She sighs with satisfaction as the distance between our bodies disappears.

"Mar'inalanehnos dian ara i'vhenan lean," I murmur.

Then my lips find hers, and neither of us is capable of speech for a long time - not until Bull's yell from camp warns us that if we don't go eat, there will be nothing left for us.

Translation:

Mar'inalanehnos dian ara i'vhenan lean: Your beauty fills my heart (and/or home) with light