This chapter is a tad bit longer than the previous.

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It was late one night on our way to Skyhold. We had found a safe place to camp for the night and most of the humans had gone to sleep.

I was still awake because I had spent too much time sleeping already and did not intend to waste anymore time on it.

She was awake because of nightmares. I could sense them still troubling her. She came to me as I was sitting away from the camp. I almost didn't hear her approach.

"Do you want to talk about them?" I asked her, knowing the answer but offering anyway. She shook her head. "Then come and sit Da'Fen. The nightmares have no reach in this world."

She sat beside me, using a cloak as a blanket beneath her.

Off in the distance, the wolves had started singing to the moon. She perked up at that, looking in the direction they were. "Fen'Harel." She whispered. "Maybe he will take pity on a lost elf and chase the nightmares away."

"You would pray to the Dread Wolf for relief from nightmares?" I asked, curious by her once more.

"Do you know my name?" She smiled at me. "I am named after him. Besides," she looked away at that, "he's saved me before." She muttered the last bit.

"Oh, did he?" I asked, amused.

She huffed indignantly. "You're making fun of me. I knew I shouldn't have told you."

"I would never do such a thing." She glared at me. "Why do you think Fen'Harel saved you?"

"I don't think he did, I know." She didn't want to proceed but the silence was heavy with an untold story. "Fine! When I was born, I was not healthy. They didn't know what was wrong with me but our healers could not help. My parents were desperate, I was dying. They had prayed to all the gods they could think of with no reply."

"Finally, my mother could not take anymore. She snuck out while my father was working and made an offering to Fen'Harel, leaving me alone for a time. Father somehow found her in the woods and was furious with mother. They came back to camp quickly only to find a white wolf, laying beside me. Father wanted to kill it before it could harm me but my mother stopped him.

"According to mother, the wolf stood, put its nose to my forehead and then left. After that, the healers had declared me as healed. They gave me my name to honor the god that had saved me. Even though the clan didn't agree."

As she finished her story, I was in awe. I had done no such thing while I slept, yet she believed it with all she was. "You believe the one who betrayed the old gods would come and save the life of one mortal?" I asked.

I saw her face fall a little. "I've never believed him to be evil or malevolent. I don't know why but I can't imagine him doing something so cruel without good reason. In your travels you must have found out something of him. Something we lost long ago." Her eyes were pleading but I did not know if I should tell her the truth.

She looked at me like I had the answers to the universe though so I could not keep it from her. I sighed slightly. "He did not betray them for power or to claim the earth, or so the legend goes. The elves of the past, as highly as people may think of them, we're not always the nicest of creatures. They could be cruel and unfair and the gods did nothing to help the ones that were not in power. Fen'Harel wanted to help. He saw the suffering and wanted to make it end. The other gods had laughed at him and cast him aside."

"He was bitter towards the other gods and maybe that's where his plan started but he did intend the best for the mortals. But without the gods, the elves fell into madness. They inevitably destroyed themselves because of him." I could not hide the bitterness in my voice and I feared I had given away too much.

She was quiet for a while, thinking of this new tale. "He is not to blame for what the olden elves did." She finally said. "Thank you for telling me this story. It has helped."

She reached for her neck and found a small charm, probably forged by her magic out of stone. It depicted a small wolf howling to the moon. "He was my only friend when I was younger. Growing up as the Child of the Wolf is hard when the other children fear the wolf." She looked out to the full moon, sadness reflecting in her eyes. "But that is in the past now." She abruptly stood. "I have taken enough of your time Solas. Thank you."

I stood as well and when she gave me a puzzled look I clarified. "I will walk you to your tent. I will make sure you get there safely."

She laughed slightly and looped my arm in hers. "If you insist."

We got to her tent and she took my hand in hers. "Thank you again Solas, for everything." With one quick action, she had kissed my cheek and retreated into her tent.

I stood there for a moment, slightly confused at what had transpired. A small smile slipped on to my face as I walked away. Fen'Harel would not let his little wolf be plagued by nightmares again.

It had been a mistake, taking her into the Fade. I wanted her to remember Haven the way it should be though, and not the burning mess that she last saw it in.

I let too much slip there I think. I told her too much about everything. I could not help it, I wanted her to know as much of the truth as I could offer. And I wanted her to know just now important she was, to me and to the world.

I could sense the action her thought was leading down, but I could not stop it. Refused to see it until she reached up to make me look at her. In that moment, it was too late. I looked into her eyes and was lost in them.

She was shy but confident as she pressed her lips to mine. It was meant to be a short kiss but it unlocked the emotions I had been hiding ever since I met this woman. I couldn't just let her walk away.

I should not have kissed her, it was wrong and it would cause both of us far too much pain in the end.

I say I should not have like I had a conscious thought though. My desire had burned inside as I reached for her, embracing her and deepening the kiss she had started.

I had pulled away in slight terror, though I don't think she had noticed that. I had almost forgotten who I was. What I was. It was not right, even in dreams.

I needed time to reflect, to understand. I had not felt this much in so long and I needed to sort through it all. And she allowed it. She gave me the space I desired yet still sought out my company.

Looking back, I should have told her more. I should have explained the dangers of becoming involved with me. She couldn't know, couldn't understand the pain I would bring to both of us.

I did try to warn her, but she was stubborn. She persisted in her attempts to bring us closer. And I was drawn in by her.

Her grace, her intelligence, her acceptance. Everything about her had drawn me in. And I realized to late that she meant the world to me.