Mark sighed as he walked down the hill, leaving Whittle with the training Inquisition soldiers. "It feels like every time we fix one problem, three more need to be fixed" Mark stated as he walked towards the merchants table, trying to avoid the noisy complaints. "We are all shaken by what has happened. This is why we are needed." Solas told him.

Once he had arrived at the stall, the merchant nearly jumped out our he chair as he saw Mark appear. "Lord Herald! Welcome back! Did you need anything? I can look for whatever it is you are looking for? I can have it ready for you on your next visit?" the merchant asked. "No, thank you though. We just want you to recover from any ordeal you had to go through. If possible, help anyway if it will help others."

The merchant smile nervously. "I-yes, of course…" the merchant replied. "Is something wrong? You are awfully…fidgety." Varric asked him. "The thing is we have many wounded people coming in each day. We had Mother Gisele's healers, but they fled once she left." The merchant explained.

"Were the health poultices we sent not enough?" Cassandra asked. The merchant sighed. "we can only do so much. Men grow desperate during these dark times…they were stolen within days." The merchant admitted. "Well, shit." Varric said softly. "There is an elven woman in town, she arrived a few months ago and seemed to have been knowledgeable in the healing arts but…some of the people in town have treated her cruelly."

"Because she is elven?" Solas asked.

The merchant nodded. "Not all of us but…the elven woman has been targeted. She is the sweet, kind and willing to jump to anyone's aid but…she was nearly assaulted shortly before the sky was opened. A passerby saved her in time but now she won't let anyone in…or out of the hut" the merchant explained "we need her help in healing the wounded. She won't listen to me but if you could just try talking to her...?"

Mark nodded. "It wouldn't hurt to try. Where can I find her?" Mark asked. "She actually lives right there, where the hunter is making the village's meals." He pointed behind Mark. Mark looked behind him and saw the wooden home, where the hunter is standing there, looking at the pot of food before him. "I will be back if I am successful." Mark stated as he began to walk to the stairs leading up to the hut.

"Are we sure we should be strolling to the front door, asking 'nicely' for her help in healing those who were trying to hurt her?" Varric asked. "If we tell her we are part of the Inquisition, she will surely listen to us." Cassandra stated confidently. "I am not sure that everyone feels that way." Solas told her as they reached the top of the stairs. Mark remained silent as he went up to the front door, ignoring the glares being sent to him, knocking on him firmly. "Hello, is anyone there?" he called out but only recieved silence. "Maybe she isn't available." Solas pointed out but crossed his arms when he noticed no one listened to him. "Just give me a minute to unlock the door." Varric said as he crouched down, beginning to pick the lock. "This is most unwise." Cassandra stated as she looked away in frustration.

"Is someone there?" a female voice called out behind the door.

"Shit!" Varric whispered just as the door swung open.

"Ahh!"

Mark and Solas looked in shock as an unknown object hit Varric in the face, causing him to fall on his back, grunting in pain. "Get out!" the woman voice yelled, giving a chance for Solas and Mark to go into the hut, as Cassandra helped Varric back on his feet. Mark and Solas saw an elven woman, wearing a lavender skirt with a black corset and white short sleeve blouse underneath it, showing off her body figure, a white cloth bandage over her forehead, her skin a sun kissed brown color, with her eyes the color of onyx and her snow-white hair braided to one side…holding a broom. "What are you doing in my home? Get out!" she asked as she looked at the men with fury in her eyes. "Don't be alarmed, we only came to talk. Please, put down the broom." Solas attempted to soothe her. She looked at them for a moment, lowering her broom for a moment when she gasped, looking past them. They looked back to see Cassandra and Varric walking in, looking at her curiously. "Why is the Seeker here?" the elven woman asked, bringing her broom back up in defense. "I am here as part of the Inquisition, we mean you no harm." Cassandra stated, holding her hands up in surrender.

"Inquisition?"

"Yes, I am Lavellan and-" the elven woman gasped as she dropped her broom. "Lavellan? As in Markhallan Lavellan?" she asked in a soft tone as she walked closer to him. "Yes…how do you know my name?" he asked her as he took a step towards her. She brought her hands up to her mouth, her eyes beginning to water, fighting back tears. This caused Mark to panic, "Are you crying? What's wrong?" he asked as he took a step forward. She brought her hands down to reveal her smiling face to him.

Without warning, she ran to him and pulled him into a tight embrace, causing him to nearly fall back, but by instinct, wrapped his arms around her. She buried her head into his neck, ignoring the bewildered companions faces at the sudden intimacy.

"All these years…I thought you were dead." The woman whispered. "Dead?" Mark repeated in a question. The woman pulled back to look up at him in the eyes. "Yes they wanted me to think you were dead but I knew…I knew you weren't dead." She said, suddenly giggling in happiness. "They? You mean the clan?" Mark asked, causing the woman to nod happily. Her smile suddenly dropped, backing away from him almost as if he was a sudden stranger to her. "Do you…not remember me?" she asked, hurt clearly written all over her face. He shook his head, "I'm sorry..." He admitted, feeling guilty. She bit her lip, suddenly fighting her tears of sadness. "My name is Rainlily." She whispered, as she turned her back to him, looking at the fireplace that was now in front of her. "Rainlily?" he asked, before grunting, bending down as he put a hand over his forehead.

"Markhallan, Rainlily! Get out of those trees right now!" an elven Dalish woman shouted as she walked towards a 24 foot tree, haring giggling as two elven children were climbing up. "Quick, put it in there!" the elven boy whispered as the little elven girl shoved a cloth into a hole in the tree. "Where are those little brats?!" The elven woman turned around to see a Dalish male scout walking towards them, his blonde ponytail half done as he was fixing his belt; his brown eyes burning with fury. "What happened?" the woman asked, watching as the scout walked past her and towards the tree. "That wolf, took my loincloth and gave it to his halla sister to hide!" the scout answered, not noticing the Dalish woman blush at the confession.

"Markhallan, are you okay?" Rainlily asked as she was suddenly by his side, putting a hand on his back. "I think I just...remembered something?" Mark questioned as he shook off the feeling, watching as she walked back to her previous spot. "Was it a memory, though?" Mark asked in a low voice, but Rainlily heard the question. Rainlily remained silent but looked over her shoulder to see him. "How…far back do you remember? What...what was it you just remembered?" she asked suddenly, in a sad tone. Mark thought about it for a minute. "I don't remember anything past my 13th birthday. My Keeper said she found me alive next to my parents who had…died from a human attack." Mark told her. She looked over to him in shock. "That's…not how they died." She told him. Mark looked at her in puzzlement. "How do you know that?" Mark asked, as he walked towards her.

Rainlily turned to face him with a sad smile, "I was there when they died. You may not want to believe me but…I am your sister." Mark looked her in surprise, hearing his companions making small reactions behind him, "I need to write this down…" he heard Varric say softly. "Sister? You're my sister?" Mark asked in disbelief. She nodded, still smiling sadly at him. "You were my big brother. We somehow got separated after an attack and I waited for you but I got captured by humans. I was sold into slavery...but after a few incidents, I managed to flee and come here." She said as she looked around the hut. "As for what I just saw, or remembered..."he said as he walked to stand next to her near the fire. "I saw us in a tree...hiding a pair of loincloth in a tree." he said, looking up at Rainlily as she began laughing. "Oh yes, I remember that well. We caught him, 'sheathing his dagger' with the Keeper against a tree. When he dropped it, you grabbed it and made a run for it." she explained to him. "Really?" Mark asked in surprise as Varric and Solas chuckled at the explanation. "They started called you the dirty wolf for being too stealthy and they called me a beautiful halla, because they thought I was too 'innocent' to do something as horrendous as that." she explained in greater detail. He smiled as he watched Rainlily giggle in happiness. "How did I forget someone like you?" he asked in amazement, making Rainlily smile at him. "I know the reason why…and who. It's best if we forget that for now." She answered.

"But-"

"The question is, why are you here?"

Mark sighed heavily. "The merchant has informed me that there are wounded people in the town, but they have no healer. He said you might be able to help." Mark answered. "I can make the health potions…" Rainlily said as she looked up at him, showing her glistening eyes. Mark smiled, "That would be nice-"

"If I do that though, they will burn down this hut if it means they can get a chance to grab my supplies. The last person who tried to make them was robbed and killed…I'm not putting my only home and life on the line for this." she said as looked to the fire "I'm sorry Markhallan, but, you get to go back to your sanctuary, sleeping with your friends and the Inquisition protecting and caring for you. Everything in this hut is all that I have."Mark held out his hand to her, causing her to look at it in surprise. "Take my hand." He said softly, smiling at her sincerely. She hesitated as she slowly brought her left hand to his. As soon as she placed her hand on his, he intertwined his fingers with hers. "You have me too. I promise you that we can protect you." Mark said.

"Hey, you know you should do;" Varric said "You should come with us! You can sleep in peace, you can get a chance to get to know your long-lost brother again, aaaaand everyone who wants you dead will no longer be your problem!" Casssandra sighed, "Do not meddle where you are not needed Varric." Cassandra said in annoyance.

Rainlily smiled sadly. "I am afraid I can't. Please, forget about me...it's for the best."

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