"Think we can get Rocky to blast a hole in the roof?" Tama asked still lying there, still fighting against the pain as her injuries healed.

"That is not wise … on so many levels." Solas sighed as he began healing again. He was happy that she had awoken, it had been two days since Varric came running out of her room with the news. It was a good sign, however only him and Dorian had witnessed the full extent of her injuries and the color of the bruises were ever apparent underneath the freshly clean bandages. He could only offer a short amount of relief it was now up to her own body and time to heal and by the way she kept trying to move they were both in for a long journey. "Tama will you stop moving."

Sighing dramatically Tama gave up her attempt of moving, she wanted to be walking about, admiring her kill, listening to the muffled conversation going on outside, the sound echoing up from the great hall, hell she would give anything just to be able to sit up. She noticed Solas looking at her, averting her eyes she concentrated on the window to the side of her head.

"Still not sleeping?" his question was merely whispered between the space between them but she could only shake her head, feeling her face become hot she would not cry again. "You need to rest, I can give you something to help." she smiled a weak smile before shaking her head they had both given her more then enough of their resources. However that was not her main fear, sleep might mean going back to the darkness, to that place. She could feel herself shiver as her mind brought back the images of her dreams. No. Once she was up and about she could concentrate on something else to occupy her sleeping mind.

Standing Solas brushed his robes before leaving her once again. It had troubled him that she was not sleeping, two days without it and he was already seeing the signs. He had made sure that once he had settled for the night that he had placed the necessary wards, fed the spiders and travelled with Cole, searching for a sign of her. But. She was not sleeping so there was only so much he could do. At first it had not bothered him that he could not feel her sleeping mind, he had thought it was just her exhaustion taking hold, leading her into a deep sleep but there was not even a ripple of that. The fade was quiet when it came to her, she had definitely not been sleeping.

Frowning to himself he made his way back to his room in the tower, sitting he let another sigh escape him. How long since he had sighed this much? he thought before he felt the ever presence of Bull staring at him.

"How is she?" he asked and Solas could only rub a hand across his brow. Everyone had noticed the heightened concern when it came to Tama from Bull. It had took all of them from stopping him from marching back up to Tama and beating some sense into her.

Hearing Bull shuffle next to him Solas brought his thoughts back to the present, "As always she is trying to move when I say not too." he heard the snort from Bull, "Also it seems she can not sleep, however I think it is more of the won't sleep and not the can not sleep." Solas watched as Bull took in the information. He guessed that the Qunari knew himself and Dorian had been keeping information from him, but it was for the best. If Bull knew the extent of her injuries hell would come to Skyhold.

"I will have a word with her." Bull stated looking to his boots, "If I have too I will hold her down while you or Dorian put her to sleep." he could not help but smile as he noticed Solas shaking his head. They both had gotten to know each other over the past few days, he felt closer to everyone well … everyone except he frowned when he caught himself once again thinking of her.

It had become a sort of ritual for members of the group to come sit with her for a few hours. This time it was Dorian's. Tama noticed that the mage looked a lot better over the past few days, slowly he was becoming more himself which Tama was thankful for.

"So my dear, any news?" Tama could only roll her eyes as she watched him taking his usual seat, "Now now don't be a spoil sport."

"Aren't we cheerie this morning." she noticed a small blush on his cheeks appear, "Ok spill tevinter what happened?"

She saw his grin and she knew. He had put his claws into a certain Skyhold kitten. Tama could only chuckle as Dorian began recounting how the commander kept visiting him, actually making conversation. Small school girl things that seemed to have made this mage all lovey eyed and smitten.

"And here I am on my death bed." she dramatically wiped her hair from her face earning her a playful slap from Dorian.

"Inquisitor?" both turned as they noticed the sister standing at the top of the stairs.

"I shall leave you my dear. Do not go fighting dragons again without me." she smiled as Dorian winked and left her with the very young looking sister.

"Can I help you sister?" Tama slowly tried to sit up but gave up shortly after a shot of pain ran through her ribs.

"I wanted to talk to you." Tama nodded slowly but it was when the hairs on her arm started to stand up that she felt the uneasiness rolling off the sister. Watching her closely as she took Dorian's previous seat Tama waited for the young woman to speak.

Clearing her throat the woman began to speak, "We have noticed you have refused a blessing inquisitor." The woman sat straighter in the seat making Tama feel vulnerable. "The maker would want his injured children to be blessed, to allow healing." The woman reached for Tama's hand who recoiled as if she was a demon.

"I have mages for healing." Tama frowned, "Plus you all already have more than enough work looking after the refugees." she tried to smile, but failed as she noticed the woman was not going to buy this excuse. Tama began shuffling the sheets trying to sit up straighter however suddenly a hand was on her shoulder pushing her down.

"Please inquisitor. Our saviour needs to be blessed. After all who knows what demons could be inside you."

"EXCUSE ME!" That was it Tama no longer held back her anger, this sister was stepping way over her boundary.

The woman's face was inches away from her's, Tama could see the fear, anger, devotion in the woman's eyes as she tried to push her away. "Listen to me. Andraste did not die by the flame so that the unholy, the unclean could lead us into danger."

"Who is unholy!?" Tama could not believe her ears, "Who is unclean!?" she snarled biting back the need to punch the woman as she continued to speak. Tama watched as the woman pulled away and began pacing talking at speed.

"Why of course mages." she noticed the anger on the woman's face that made Tama's vein run with fire, however it was the next statement that made her wish she had use of her body, "And of course Qunari. You are all lost souls. We shall lead you onto the righteous path my dear Inquisitor, no longer will you live like a heathen."

Suddenly with warning Tama was up on her feet, her hold tightening on the woman's soft human neck. Bringing the woman's face nose to nose Tama ignored the pain radiating throughout her body and snarled, "I am no heathen human. Don't you dare come in here with your accusations or righteousness." her grip tightened as the woman tried to answer back, "If you speak one more word of that crap to me." she narrowed her eyes making sure the woman knew her threat was true, "I will make sure you witness how much of a heathen I can be."

The woman could only whimper in terror and pain as the inquisitor tightened her grip on her throat making her gasp and claw for air. Before Tama could register she felt her body being held down, she cursed and punched at the force.

" Parshaara Tama. Parshaara!"