We did it! Grinning, I fist pump the air feeling a burst of confidence hit me at our victory however it falters when my ears perk up at the groan nearby.

Oh maker! Fennic! Worried, I jog over to Cassandra and Solas to see a relieved Varric help the bloodied elf up. I gasp at the wobbling mess, her knees cut, her armour dented, her body drenched in a mixture of blood, dirt and demon blood? I don't know.

"Is Fennic going to be okay?" I asked worried seeing the limping mess. "Oh she'll be fine, Fennic's been through much worse, a little warrior this elf is, heh," Varric smirks but I frown, seeing his sad and worried expression in his eyes as he tries to help steady the girl, but it is awkward considering the height differences.

"Varric…" weakly, Fennic calls out to the smiling relieved dwarf.

"Yeah, I'm here Fennic its fine now," Varric assures the elf.

"What the fuck happened?" Fennic deadpans as I wince from the harsh swear used.

"Oh you know the usual, pride demon kicking your butt you had a temper tantrum," Varric smirks at the small groan. Sighing, I wait for the fight to come from the taunt only to giggle when I see Fennic's gauntlet on Varric's face, roughly covering all his face. Her snow white hair covers her expression but I notice steak of crimson in her hair.

"Varric.. up," Varric chuckles at the drunken slur from the grumbling elf as we all blink surprised by the mess, smiling, I can't help but giggle at the usual stoic now messy looking drunk.

"We should get her back to Leliana to get help," Cassandra reasons.

"You can ty she will most likely bite those healers of yours Seekers, relax I'll help her," Varric reasons to Cassandra.

"Do you need help Varric?" Solas offers making me raise a brow at the elf that seems to dislike Fennic.

"Nah-

Suddenly, Fennic stands up, straight but wobbling slightly like a drunkard.

"Fennic," Varric uses a softer tone surprising me as the female wobbles.

"Varric! You're an elf! But you're bald! NO! I giggle as Solas frowns smiling slightly at the stumbling mess while Varric sighs, like a mother bringing him a drunken daughter.

"Come on buddy lets go get you fixed up hey, then have some drinks and exaggerate how great we are yeah?" Varric encourages gently taking her bloodied gauntlet in his hands only to see her rip her hands away, cradling them as she mutters out…

"No touchie…"

"Ah shit," Varric curses. "What's wrong?" I ask concerned. "I think she broke her fists…again," Varric grumbles. "Again?" Solas raises a brow. "Yeah, when she gets all glow mode, she tends to use her fist thus causing that," Varric gestures to the broken hand mess stumbling, tripping on all sorts until…

Bam!

"Is…is she going to be okay?" I ask concerned once more as the mess falls to the ground.

Slowly, I approach the mess on the floor and reach out to help her only for her hand to jerk out and slap my hand away. Surprised, I raise a brow as Varric sighs and we see Varric grasps hold of the drunken fool's side, helping her help as Solas aids. Silently, the elf leans her head on Solas chest as he guides her to get healed.

"Thanks Chuckles," Varric sighs at the quiet elf. "It's fine, come let us hurry before she gets any of her injuries infected," Solas reasons and we all nod following the pair. That's when I feel it, my body finally succumbs to the pain, tiredness and exhaustion of sealing multiple rifts and I collapse, feeling all the energy leave my body and my eyes collapse, feel as heavy as lead. I collapse falling into the darkest depths of numbness…

Evelyn pov:

Quietly, the little girl sits on the cool stone windowsill looking out at the vast bright blue water surrounding the circle tower. The girl has short brown hair matching her tanned complexion as her youthful forest green eyes sparkle in wonder at the outside world, her eyes remain glued to the tiny little wooden boat transporting Templars and supplies alike, for both Templars and mages to survive on. Silently, the little girl shivers from the ice cold air of the tower as her nose twitches, at the heavy set of dust from the big tall bookcases looming over the curious girl.

"Hey Evelyn you want to learn some healing magic with me?" The little boy smiles, his hair a raven black as black as coal as his sharp warm brown eyes gaze into hers.

"Dio you know what happened the last time I tried healing? Besides why not ask enchantress Lydia? I'm sure she would love to help you," the girl sighs tiredly, frowning at the bright green book in his small pale hands, filled with all sorts of healing magic for the boy, everyone in the tower could learn it, including the girl before him. Oh how she tried so hard to master it, she has read all the books in the tower, mastered spells beyond many who are older, but yet even the most simplest of healing spells, would result in someone being set ablaze.

"Mother is in a meeting with the Templars come on please!" The boy pouts, a puppy dog face making the girl pout back fighting with her own. The two duel against one another, one puppy dog face against the other until…

The soft click of heels interrupts the battle of cuteness.

"Now, now what's all the fuss about?" The strong firm voice attracts the attention of both children, who turn to the beautiful woman smiling proudly and warmly at the pair.

"Mother!" The raven haired boy grins and hugs his mother's thin legs. Smiling, the enchantress caresses the boys soft as fur raven curls. "Dio, you know how Evie feels about healing," the woman teases smiling at the pout coming from the girl. "It's not my fault, healing magic is for the weak anyway, you can't fight back with healing magic," said girl argues. "Now, now, Evie you must remember power doesn't always come from attacks, words and other means can harm someone, protecting someone is as impotent as well as fighting," Lydia informs the quiet girl. "Yes enchantress I know," said girl sighs pouting as the little boy giggles. Playfully, Dio sticks his tongue out at the frowning girl.

"Well just you wait, I'm going to get out of this tower one day and be super strong!" The girl declares proudly. "I'm sure you will," Lydia smiles warmly at the grinning girl, her eyes sparkling in wonder.

"Oh yeah, well I'm going to become the next enchantress hah!" Dio declares proudly.

"I think you mean enchanter," Evie grins at the blushing mess.

"I- I knew that!" Said boy pouts flustered making the girl giggles with the mother at the blushing mess...

"I-I"

"H-how could you!?"

"I-it as an accident I was-"

"YOU DEVIL! YOU DEMON! YOU MONSTER!"

"We must go…"

"But-"

"NOW Evelynn."