Ana stared up at the canvas from her lumpy bedroll. It was strange to think that it had already been nearly a month since Roderick died. Everything about the incident seemed like a nightmare. A snore emits from her brother-warden near her and she glares at him.

Duncan came to visit her while she recovered. He spoke of what was to happen now that she was officially a Warden and left a pile of clothing for her. She abhorred the very look of the long blue and silver tobard that showed she was one of them. It was only hours after she was cleared to leave the infirmary when he showed up once more to escort her to her new tent. Her old clothes were burned along with evidence of what had transpired following the ritual. She knew that it was just to further make the point that her life and all that came before were gone. No longer was she the young noblewoman who fled her home in the middle of the night like a common criminal but just another one of the legion of soldiers who made the ultimate sacrifice.

The Warden dormitory tent was mostly quiet with the exception of the occasional mumble or snore from others. Yet that wasn't what kept her up. A tear slips down her cheek as she places a hand on her stomach. It had been a little over a week since her Joining and the pain haunted her still. Since that moment when she was told of the loss of the only thing she had left of Roderick, she found it impossible to not think of all the what-ifs. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see him. She felt her heart ache as he reached out for her. Even now in the darkness of the Warden tent, she could almost feel the warmth of his hand grazing her cheek or the heat of his breath as he trailed little kisses along her neck. She missed it all; His caresses, his kisses, the warmth that flooded through her as he spilled his seed deep inside her during his climax. She yearned to feel his touch and hear his voice once more. She needed to feel something again.

Casting another glance at Alistair who now had his face half buried by the sack of Maker knows what that served as his pillow. She scowls and quietly removes her blanket. As she stands, she looks lovingly down at Much who, splayed out on his back with his legs in the air, chases something in his dream. As much as she wants Much to come with her, flashes of the attack cross her mind and she frowns. "I can't do that to you again." She mutters softly to herself.

Silently, taking care not to wake anybody, she stalks out of the tent. Keeping an eye out, she steals away into the wash tent. Finding what she's looking for, she begins changing.

The fire situated on the far end of camp illuminated the trees nearby and cast shadows deep into the woods. Daniel glowers at the flickering flames. Roy emerges from the trees, adjusting his trousers.

"I fucking hate this place." He complains, flopping down on the ground. "I swear one of those darkspawn things were lurking somewhere. I heard a twig snap as I was taking a piss."

Daniel glances at him with a bored expression. "It was probably an animal, you fucking pansy. Everybody knows that darkspawn only exist in the Deep Roads." He motions around him. "Does this look like Dwarven tunnels to you? Last I checked, we were still above ground."

Roy sneers at him. "What's your problem? You'd think you'd be happy. After we attacked that Cousland bitch, you actually got something out of it. What do I get?"

At the mention of the dagger, Daniel pulls it out and tilts it, watching the reflection of the flames dance along the fine blade. He smirks. "After hearing that she had little experience in fighting, I never expected her to pull out a dagger." His eyes move over it. "It's a shame she didn't know how to use it. At least then she would have given me a little more of a fight." His gaze shifts to his companion. "Don't sulk." He chides, his lips curling up into a grin. "You'll get something out of it, just be patient. We have our orders. It's only a matter of time."

Ana stood before Hawke's tent, clutching the loosely tied robe shut. She chews on her lip. She was half tempted to run back and forget the whole thing but the ache in her body urged her on. Taking a breath, she glances around before gently pulling the flap open.

Her heart pounded loudly in her chest as she ducked inside. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust until she could make out Hawke's form huddled near one side of the tent. Kneeling beside him, she touched his arm. "Nate-"

She barely had time to react before he had her on her back with a dagger pressed to her throat.

Her eyes widen as a flame suddenly ignites in his hand and he snarls down at her. Seeing her frightened expression, his brows shoot up and he removes the dagger. "Ana." He breathes. The feeling of his body pressing hers down into the ground made every nerve ending in her body ignite. She could feel his heat through the opened slits before he pulls away. "I'm sorry about that, My lady." He frowns, sitting back on his heels. "Had I known it was you…" He trails off and runs a hand through his hair. "What are you doing here?" He whispers. "It's late."

As she sits up, his eyes slide down to where a strip of her fair skin peeked through. He forced his eyes up to meet hers.

"I…" Ana begins but feels at a loss of words. Everything about this seemed ridiculous yet she couldn't get her legs to cooperate so she could leave. She looks away for a moment. "I want to show you something."

Hawke's expression changes as he furrows his brows but nods. "Okay? What is it?"

Sitting up, she bites her lip as she moves closer to him, motioning for him to sit back on the bedroll. With increasing need, she crawls onto his lap, straddling his lap with a leg on either side. She notes the catch in his breath.

"Ana…" Hawke begins, his voice thick with desire.

"Do you find me attractive?" She suddenly asks.

"Of course." He whispers. "You are quite possibly one of the most beautiful-" He stops abruptly as his eyes slide down to where she pulls the strings holding her robe closed. Sweet Maker.

The robe falls open to expose Ana's bare breasts, each one firm and the size of Nate's hand. He feels a twitch of interest beneath his blanket.

"Ana, we…" He begins to protest when she presses a finger to his lips before hesitantly grazing his lips with hers before she leans forward. The kiss starts slow as Ana eases into it. Her lips work against Nate's as he struggles not to give in. Her fingers in his hair, she pulls away slightly. "Touch me, Nate." She mutters breathlessly before kissing his lips once more. "I need to feel something."

The sad desperation in her voice is enough for him to resist the tempting offer as he gently places his hands on her shoulders and pull away. He squeezes his eyes shut as if in pain from what he's about to say. "We can't do this, Ana." He mutters.

Her brows knit together. "What? Why?" She frowns. "I thought you were attracted to me?"

"I am. Maker… this is all so tempting and I can feel my resolve deteriorating." He sighs as she tries to self-consciously cover herself with her arms. "You've been through too much lately. You're vulnerable and it would be wrong for me to take advantage of that. I'm sorry. You're very, very tempting."

Her face flushes as she quickly scrambles off his lap and tries to retie the strings. "I'm sorry. I should leave."

"Wait." Hawke frowns. "Stand outside my tent while I dress. It's unsafe out here. I'll walk you back to your tent."

Clutching the robe around her, Ana slips out of the tent and shifts from one leg to the other. Embarrassment burns through her to the point that facing Hawke now would be mortifying.

Turning away, she quickly sprints away into the darkness, wanting nothing more than to redress and burrow under her blanket. Without proper lighting, she stumbles a couple times over broken pieces of pillars before approaching the the lanterns lit along the path leading out to the legion of tents covering the countryside. Stopping to catch her breath, she wipes away the tears that had begun to fall with the sleeve of her robe before returning to the wash tent. Once inside, she flops down on a bench. What am I doing? Taking some shaky breathes, she bends down to look for her discarded clothes she hid beneath the bench when she feels strong hands grab her from behind. She tries to scream but they press a hand over her mouth. Pulling her to her feet, she struggles against her captor and they quickly hit her square in the side. She doubles over slightly as she feels somebody's warm breath on her neck. "Out a little late, aren't you princess?"

Her heart pounds in her chest as fear takes over. The man behind her chuckles, making her skin crawl.

"Seems you have an admirer that wants to see you again. You're coming with us."

Before she can do anything, she's hit hard on the back of her head and everything goes black.