Returning to Haven was not a task Norin looked forward to. Instead of heading back that moment, Norin and Solas opted to stay the night in the forest and leave in the morning. Listening to the crickets chirp and the smallest wildlife sing gave comfort to her. The rain had finally stopped and all the world was still in the pitch black night. Thankfully, the clouds had scurried away and allowed the pale full moon to show herself to the night's sky full of stars. Norin's blood red eyes glowed in their nocturnal state as she gazed up at the stars. Many centuries ago, the ancient gods had stood amongst the great stars before Fen'Harel deceived them.

In the distance, an owl sang it's song of warning to it's prey. Norin rested her head against the broken temple column before her eyes went to the untouched statue of the Dread Wolf. She glanced to Solas to see him sleeping peacefully. It was as if he were truly at home and he didn't have to return to Haven at all either. Norin crawled to the statue and pulled herself to lay next to Fen'Harel. Though the stone statue was cold, the fire within her spirit was enough to keep her warm. Even if Fen'Harel was able to trick the ancient gods, surely he could keep one Dalish elf company for the night. She looked over at Solas once more before closing her eyes and drift off to sleep.

Sunrise came quickly as soon as Norin fell asleep and woke to Solas gently calling her name. He seem perplexed that she slept right next to a statue as he placed a hand on his hip, "Were you uncomfortable sleeping in close proximity to me?"

"Hm?" Norin wiped the sleep from her eyes, "No. I was just more comfortable over here next to Fen'Harel."

"With the apparent trickster?" Solas handed her her staff, "Interesting choice."

"Well, if he tricked the ancient gods then why would he deceive those who aren't gods?" Norin shrugged before stretching her limbs while Solas began leading the way, "Let's go through the forest. I can still pick out the right berries and herbs."

The trip through the forest was longer than Norin had imagined. Then again, she had ran instead of walked away from Haven. Her thoughts went out to those who gave chase to her and the others who had placed so much of their faith in her. After eating a few berries, Norin dropped the rest on the ground for the critters to feast upon before she asked Solas, "If any of this power gets to my head, would you let me know?"

Solas chuckled beneath his breath before putting his hands behind his back, "I never expected to see an elf in power in my lifetime. Keep your humility and never be afraid to run again. Despite what you think, I believe that seeing you flee last night as made people realize that you are not a deity."

She wanted him to be right. Those who believed she was the Herald followed her every move with hopeful eyes hoping to see a sign of their Maker. Wherever she had gone inside Haven or even on a mission, it seemed so many people kept their eyes on her. Norin felt her stomach churn in nervousness when Haven became visible through the trees. It was not far now...at least another thirty minutes if that. Time seemed to run faster than usual because Norin found herself in front of the entrance gates to Haven and listening to the large wooden doors heave open. Her heart raced as she took in a deep breath, preparing for an unwelcomed return. Then, she felt Solas' hand give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. She instantly looked to him with a worried gaze as he smiled down at her with a hint of pride. If she was going to represent all elves, she couldn't run like that again.

As soon as the doors began to reveal Haven to Norin, she was surprised to see a vast majority of it's inhabitants waiting for her. They did not seem angry. In fact, they looked as if they were just as worried as she. Then, Norin found Cassandra standing in the forefronts. Her heart dropped as the woman approached her slowly. Was she going to publicly shame her? As Norin took a step back out of instinct, Solas took a step forward as Cassandra paused with a confused look on her face. Cassandra then met eyes with Norin and cleared her throat, "I would like to speak with you, Inquisitor. In private."

There was no malice in Cassandra's voice. Norin looked around at the others and found Cullen, Leliana, and Josephine standing not too far from Cassandra. Perhaps there was information that she needed to here about. She took a few steps forward though she waited for Solas to follow. The crowd parted as Cassandra, Norin, and the others retreated back to the chantry. Once they were inside the chantry, Cassandra turned to Norin, "Like I said, i'd like to talk to you and just you."

"If it's about last night-" Norin began, not wanting to make a fight.

"It is precisely about last night," Cassandra opened the door to the jail cells to the left of the war room, "And i'd like to discuss the event with you privately."

"Why are we going there?" Norin anxiously pointed to the dungeon.

"Cassandra, surely you see how disturbing your request it," Solas spoke up as he stood next to Norin.

"I believe the Seeker would like to talk to the Inquisitor alone," Cullen also voiced his opinion, "Inquisitor, you are in safe hands. Cassandra would like to-"

"I will state my reasons for a private discussion!" Cassandra was growing inpatient.

Norin gave her staff to Solas as she marched over to Cassandra, glanced up at her, then entered the dungeons. If they were going to talk, they'd have a long discussion ahead. Cassandra closed the door behind them and locked them in just in case anyone wanted to intrude. Norin went to the only lit torch and stood near it with her arms crossed, "Go ahead. Yell at me for running. Scream if you must but the only reason I ran was because I am not going to present myself as anyone holy to these people! I am not some puppet you can control and have my 'herald' title shoved down the throat of these Shemlans! Your people are what call me the herald! No self-respecting elf would dare call me that!"

Cassandra leaned against the nearby wall close to Norin. This time, Cassandra did not reply. Instead she just stared down at Norin as if she were going to continue. Norin didn't expect a silent reply. She shifted awkwardly before looking around the dungeons. At least they didn't have anyone in there yet. The Dale then looked back at Cassandra expectantly, "Well?"

"Well what?" Cassandra finally spoke, "I'm letting you voice your opinion and...how you feel."

"How I... Cassandra, are you actually listening to what i'm saying?" Norin laughed at the concept, "And you have nothing to say at all?"

"I do, and..." the Seeker seemed to be ready to vomit acid as she sighed, "I am sorry."

Norin was now the one who looked expectantly at Cassandra as the Seeker awkwardly stood, "For...?"

"For what? For everything, I don't know!" Cassandra threw her hands up in the air, "All night I was worried that something could have happened! I was up all night calming the people of Haven and making promises of your return! Even Cullen was inconsolable! Do you have any idea what could have happened!? You could have been killed! If not worse!"

"What's worse than being killed?" Norin raised a brow, perhaps she didn't want to know the actual answer.

Cassandra, however, glowered at her before slowly shaking her head, "Plenty."

Guilt ravaged Norin as she rubbed her arm. She had no idea that the people, and even Cassandra, were so worried about her. Maybe running did make her seem more mortal to them now, but maybe they wouldn't be so vigilant on her either. Norin then watched Cassandra near her and tried to back away, but heard Cassandra state, "Don't. Just..."

Cassandra extended her hand and kept her piercing eyes on Norin, "I do not want you to think that I treat you wrongly because you are an elf. There is no difference between us. I understand the position you're in is not what you want, and I should not have forced you to feel as if you don't have the choice. However, the Inquisition would like your help if you would like to stay."

For once, Norin felt a smile creep on her lips. She wanted to see the Inquisition as her new clan and to be their Keeper. The humans could learn more about the elven culture and realize that no one is less than the other. Norin extended her own hand and gave Cassandra a firm handshake. Cassandra even smiled, her lips curled into a genuine smile that even Norin was happy to know that the Seeker was capable of a simple feat. Then, the moment passed. Cassandra cleared her throat and stood tall, pulling her hand back as she glanced away from Norin, "Very well. If we are on the same page, i'd like to further discuss with you on the operations that occurred during your time away."

"I would like that very much," Norin put her hands behind her back and joined Cassandra out of the dungeons and into the war room with the three other advisers.


By high noon, Norin was finally able to leave the war room. Exhausted, her ears ringing, and deftly hungry, she wanted nothing more than Halla's milk and bread to fill her gullet. But, instead, a dwarf swaggered right on up to her with a decorative crossbow on his back. The person next to her, Cullen, seemed amazed at the person and walked up to him to greet him almost as if he personally knew him. Norin's hunger was forgotten as she walked next to Cullen to greet the person. Cullen smiled as he turned to Norin, "I had almost forgotten that Varric joined the Inquisition. Well..."

"Joined is a tossable word, pretty boy," Varric smirked then turned to Norin, "Let's just say I had a hand in saving your ass, elfy."

"Elfy?" Norin questioned quickly before Varric put up his hands.

"Cool it, girly," Varric corrected himself, "I had a few friends who responded the same way. Guess I ought to learn to be more respectful. Anyhow, I wanted to let you know that you had my full service. Actually, I came with a request."

"Wait..." Norin placed a hand on her hip, "You introduce yourself, say you want to help out, then ask for a favor right off the back?"

Varric glanced around to see Cassandra more angrier than usual for his disruption, Cullen's happy face because it was someone he knew outside the Inquisition, and Norin who was slightly confused, "Well...yeah, that's how it's supposed to work out."

"You were free to go," Cassandra pointed out aggressively as she nodded towards the chantry's doors, "Anytime."

"The thing is, I need the Inquisitor's help. I have some friends back in Kirkwall who need help leaving. They're also elves," Varric began to explain but Cassandra began to approach him to stop him.

"Wait, wait!" Norin pulled Cassandra back, and this time she didn't interfere with Norin's request, "But Kirkwall is over-run with rebel mages. Why are they still there?"

"One of them wants to go back to her Dalish clan while the other is an older elf woman who wants to leave. We may or may not have helped her son, but she needs help none the less," Varric explained before winking right at Cassandra, who grimaced at the notion.

Norin looked to her advisers who looked amongst themselves for a good answer. Cullen then piped up, "Kirkwall has fallen to anarchy. Mages or not, the town is over-run with thieves and murder alike. If they want out, I say we help them."

"I must disagree," Leliana crossed her arms, "While I am sure they need help, are they not able to help themselves and find a way out. If they are elven, surely they can find a way to agree with the mages."

"I must agree with Leliana," Josephine couldn't make eye contact with Norin, "I wish we could help, but there are more pressing matters with demons, rifts, and an unknown evil entity weighing above your head, Inquisitor."

Norin lowered her gaze as she thought about what her advisers stated. Though she wanted to help, there were other matters that needed her attention. She couldn't just put favoritism on her kind just because they were her race. Norin then turned to Cassandra who seemed to be unwilling to voice her opinion this time. She reached over and grazed her fingers across the Seeker's arm. Cassandra slightly flinched before glancing towards Norin. Norin then spoke, "What do you think Cassandra?"

Solas was nearby hidden by the shadows, but even he looked to Cassandra for her response. Though the Seeker did not truly have the final say, Norin was curious at what her answer would be. Cassandra then spoke softly, "I would help them."

The Dalish woman then beamed at Varric, "I will help them. Now, where is Kirkwall and how bad could it be?"

The only answer Varric was willing to give was a slighty chuckles before brandishing his crossbow.


Bad. Extremely bad. Norin had never seen the conditions of inner cities or that of mages who were under the tyranny of the Circles. She clutched her staff close to her as she, Cassandra, Solas, Sera, and Varric into the city of Kirkwall through what used to be the Gallows. There there were no hostility towards them just yet, Norin knew what bad things lurked behind mages who went too far. She stood close to Cassandra who had her hand readied on her sword for surprises at any given moment. Norin then looked to Varric, "Where did you say your friends were?"

"The Alienage. It's where a lot of elves stay," Varric kept his eyes keen as they passed a few mages on the streets.

"Alienages are not volunteer homes for elves. They have no other choice but to stay there to remember their place in society," Solas seemed to correct Varric, the dwarf rolled his eyes.

"Let's just help your friends and we will return to Haven in one piece," Cassandra stated sternly as she kept her own eyes on the lookout as well.

The mages they did pass seemed very calm, she had expected them to be frothing at the mouth or turning into abominations at will. Instead, many of them seemed very at peace. However, she didn't see many elven around. Were in the human mages unwilling to accept an elf mage amongst their kind. She slowed her pace to where she noticed a tavern-like place and saw almost a river of blood gushing from the place. Varric and the others stopped to see what she was looking at. The dwarf shook his head and approached Norin, "Look, you don't want to see what's been going on here. I get that your a magic, and I respect that, but not every mage is a saint."

The blood gushed in further out of the tavern and a scream echoed out of the decaying place. Norin quickly walked over to the door and swung it open to be met with a mist of smells of rotting flash, old blood, and burnt flesh. She covered her nose and mouth before raising her staff to emit a light to expose the victim. What she saw, she'll never forget... Two people were forcing a demon inside a templar's belly. The demon was feasting on the guts of the templar while the mages responsible smirked over at Norin. Norin wretched onto the floor from the stenches before grasping a nearby wall for stability.

"Oh look... Isn't that the Inquisitor everyone's talking about?" one of the mages smiled at the other, "She's a mage like us! You've come to help the mage rebellion!?"

"Help...me..." the templar begged in a groan, only to scream louder as the demon inside of him continued to grow within him.

"This...this is wrong," Norin protested as she walked further inside, "No one deserves such torture."

"Templars are the reason are kind was being made Tranquil," the other mage growled angrily as they readied their staff, "They're the reason all of us are being killed day by day by their control!"

Norin was ready to attack them, to stop them from their madness, but Solas walked swiftly passed her. Her eyes widened as his staff glowed a bright, light green as a 'fist-like' image appeared out of stone and smashed into the mages in the matter of seconds. Though she was glad he was able to attack instead of her...she didn't want them to die either. Solas then went to the templar and gave him a swift death before looking to Norin, "Extinguish the demon."

The Wrath demon appeared and Norin was able to kill it with ease, but seeing the now dead templar and mages laying lifeless on the floor haunted her. She had never expected that mages would ever torture someone in the same way she was sure someone they knew was tortured. Such a pain...to be eaten from the inside out... Norin felt herself vomit even more before wiping her mouth and tears dripping from her eyes. She didn't want to stay in Kirkwall further. When she was able to stand, she felt a soft hand on her shoulder as Solas leaned down slightly to meet her gaze, "Are you able to stand these sights further? As one of the Dales, I don't think you have seen such torture methods in your time."

She quickly shook her head before embracing him tightly. Just to feel someone friendly, she didn't want to see such atrocities again. Norin felt Solas embrace her tightly as well, resting his chin on the top of her head as she dropped her staff to the ground. Though she had been afraid of humans before, she didn't want to hurt them as she had heard stories from other clans how humans hurt elven. She felt Solas give her one last squeeze before slightly pulling away to look down at her, "You are not like them, Da'len."

For all that was good and whole in the world, Norin needed for him to be right about this one as well. She moved her eyes to look up at him and felt a wave of calm as she gazed into his dark eyes. In that moment, she felt as if the world around them had faded away into nothing. His arms tightened around her as she found herself enjoying the feeling of his warm embrace. Then, the door slowly creaked open and Norin found herself swiftly pulling away from Solas to see Cassandra greeting them with a solemn look, "Well, is it done?"

"Yes," Solas walked away from Norin towards Cassandra, "Let us return to the task at hand."

Norin followed suit after picking up her staff. Before leaving the building, she rushed back to the dead Templar and searched him. She found a badge that looked quite important and a locket. Retrieving them both, Norin left the tavern and met with the others. Varric seemed quite impatient, but didn't say anything. The group walked without events to the old Alienage that seemed to be filled with all types of elven, those who used magic and those who did not, those who seemed to be apart of the Dales and those who lived in the city for years. Varric went to one building alone and banged on the door before they were let in by an elven woman with dark hair. She seemed to be in a frantic as she let them in, "By the Dread Wolf, Varric! If you had let me know that you would be bringing so many people I would've cleaned more!"

"We don't have time to clean!" the older elven woman exclaimed as she looked to the group, "Please, tell me you can help us leave Kirkwall!"

Norin stepped forward, "We will get you two out of here. Is there a clan waiting for you?"

"By the mountains, I believe," the younger elven woman looked Norin over, "You're Dalish."

"As you are," Norin smiled, excited to meet another Dalish elf, "Which clan-"

"There are not time for pleasantries," Varric waved his arms in the air, "Look, you two need a way out. We're the escape you're looking for. We need to go now."

The woman gave Norin a meek smile before looking to the older elven woman, "We better go now. No time like the present."


The task was completed, but Norin watched the two elven women walk to the Dalish camp. She felt her heart yearning to go with them. It was hearing Cassandra barking at Varric that made her remember her conversation with Solas the previous night. Solas, as if on que, walked to her side and looked to the Dalish camp, "I'm glad you were able to see what the human mages of accomplished. The elven are still considered animals even to the mages."

"There were only two that wanted to leave. What about the others?" Norin turned to Solas.

He looked to the distance where Kirkwall was still, somehow, standing. Turning his gaze back to Norin, he seemed dismayed as he spoke softly, "I'm afraid many of them may not be able to leave out of fear. You cannot save everyone, Da'len."

This time, she hoped he was wrong. Norin didn't want to take that for a final answer and turned to look at Kirkwall. She then looked to the others and stomped her staff to the ground, "We need to see if there are others who want to leave. In the Alienage."

"What?" Cassandra spat as she turned from barking at Varric to Norin, "Have you gone mad? Surely you have gone mad!?"

"No," Norin stated firmly as she looked back to Kirkwall, "There are others there who may need help leaving and I will not go anywhere until they're safe. Those who want to come, please help me."

She began walking back down the mountain towards Kirkwall. At first, she feared that she may have to do this alone. After facing down demons, rifts, red templars, and now other mages, Norin trusted herself to accomplish saving other people. Just in case she glanced over her shoulder to see no one was following her. A pit formed inside of her stomach as she quickened her pace. Perhaps going faster would stop herself from stopping and turning back. The memories of the scared faces of the Alienage elves encouraged to keep going, but the memories of the corrupted mages on the brink of abominations frightened her even more. Then, she heard other footsteps behind her. Glancing once again behind her, Norin saw that not only was Cassandra following her, but so was Varric, Sera, and Solas. Sera, who seemed a bit peeved they were going back, approached Norin, "Are you serious!? What if the other mages turn into demons and kill us!? No leader, no Inquisition."

"I know you're not fond of other elves who are 'elfy', but think of them just as people beneath the rich who need help to leave," Norin reminded Sera, who tilted her head as she saw the new view on the situation, "These people want to leave Kirkwall safely without being caught unable to protect themselves against a bunch of angry mages."

"Alright, alright, you made your stinkin' point," Sera groaned before spitting on the ground and smirked at Norin, "If it weren't for you, I'd be headin' back to Haven for a pint."

"If it weren't for me either i'd be joining you," Norin sarcastically agreed as she continued on the path to Haven.

Soon enough, they were back at the Alienage as Norin went to the center of the small den for elven homes. Those who were outside seemed curious as Norin stood at the center near the large tree and looked around. She didn't exactly know how to address city elves. Just like humans, she had never seen a city elf until that point. Why didn't they just stick to their Dalish clan from before? Were they not born to a clan? The thoughts swarmed her head before she stomped her staff to the ground that spat out a flame as she made her markings glow a bright red and announced loudly, "If there are any people who want to leave Kirkwall now, please come out now and say so! We will give you a safe passage out of Kirkwall!"

There were no responders. Norin felt her confidence slowly dying as she thought maybe she had said the wrong words. She quickly looked to Solas who didn't seem quite interested in the situation. Nudging him slightly with her staff, he looked to her before shrugging, "If they want to stay here and be victims, let them."

"Solas!" Norin whispered sharply, "Don't say that!"

"Excuse me?"

Norin stood at attention as she looked to see an older elven man with his two children. They wanted to leave as well, and after him more and more elves and their families wanted to leave as well. All it took was a question and for others to answer. Norin counted and found that fifty elves were with them, and one human who happened to be nearby. It was quite a large group to try and just walk out of Kirkwall with, but what was there to do? She couldn't exactly just let them stay. As the entire mass now stood in the middle of the Alienage, Norin stood dumbfounded at exactly how to get them safely out of Kirkwall. The human mages were not going to let them leave quietly.

Panic began to wrap around Norin as she felt sweat drip down her neck. She couldn't let all these people stay. Solas then walked up to Norin, "Perhaps I can offer my advice."

"Do you know a spell to cloak them?" Norin quickly asked.

"No," Solas dully answered, then continued, "But I can tell you something else. Each of us will escort a group of five out at a time. The numbers won't cause suspicion and we'll each take turns being the guide."

This idea pleased Norin and she offered to go first. Norin took the original family and two others with her through Kirkwall. The trip through went pleasant, but the trip back alone to meet at the Alienage was another. Mages approached her that recognized her as the Inquisitor and began to ask her her business there. Norin looked up at the three mages in front of her. They didn't seem hostile at all, but she didn't want to explain her situation either. Instead, she smiled, "I'm here to learn more about the mage rebellion and recruit the rebellion into the Inquisition to close the Rift in the sky."

The mages looked to her and smiled widely. They offered their services to the Inquisition, and one of them asked, "Even though we were apart of the rebellion, will you see us as rebels? We just want equal treatment."

"Everyone is equal at the Inquisition. Please, head to Haven and make yourself at home and greet Cullen to see what you can help with," Norin beamed with delight as she watched the mages leave Kirkwall.

The rest of the time helping the elves leave Kirkwall was uneventful as well as the travel time back to Haven. Norin was the first to be given a pint and sat next to Varric, who seemed pleased at the entire endeavor. He downed his pint before looking to Norin, "You're not what I expected in the Inquisitor. Not the whole 'elf' thing, but you don't seem like the leader type. Are you just making things up as you go?"

Norin laughed at the question and nodded, "Actually, yes. Last night I even ran off."

To this Varric laughed out loud as he spilled his next pint all over the floor. After a few minutes, he finished wiping the tears from his eyes from laughing so head, "Are you kidding me? And you even ran off? Did Cassandra drag you back by your ears?"

"No, no," Norin laughed along with him as she began her second pint as well, "I decided to see the Inquisition as my new clan and I am their Keeper."

Varric looked around as now elves were outnumbering humans near them. He then looked to Norin, "Be careful with what you're doing. Remember we're dealing with a mage rebellion and a templar uprising. Is having an elf uprising going to make things better?"

"What uprising?" Norin glanced around and noticed what Varric noticed, "What's wrong with helping elves?"

"Nothing..." Varric quickly left his seat, "Just... Sleep on that thought."

Norin watched as Varric left Haven's tavern and Cullen came and sat in front of her. She greeted the Commander with a warm smile before pulling out the badge and locket, "I found this on a templar today. I didn't know what to do with these small mementos, but I thought maybe you would know."

Cullen examined the badge in great detail before looking to her, "This badge was given in great honor to those who sacrificed themselves and lived to tell the tale."

"That's not the point of a sacrifice, though," Norin commented as she slid her pint away.

A look of admiration appeared on Cullen's face as he continued to look over the badge, "It's a rare badge to give considering. But you are right. There were times a soldier would stand in between an abomination and another templar, ready to give their life but able to slay the demon. It was in that instance this badge was given."

Norin's eyes downcasted as she recalled what the templar had to suffer through. Cullen noticed and quickly grabbed the locket, opening it to find a picture of the templar and the beloved, "I...I knew this man. When I was there, he was just joining... Norin, was he...?"

She didn't have the heart to tell him. Norin slowly turned her head to the window before apologizing quickly and leaving the tavern. The events of the day had still left her shaken. Seeing the travesty and knowing what she, herself, was capable of... Norin began to wipe the tears from her eyes until she felt a presence behind her. She turned to see Cullen standing behind her with a worried expression. By her answer, or lack of there, he had to understand what she meant. But, he didn't give an outburst of anger or sadness. Instead, he pocketed the locket and badge before tilting Norin's chin to look up at him as he neared her, "I'm glad you were able to return safely. If something were to happen to you..."

His expression warmed her in a way she had never felt. The flame inside of her soul grew as she felt as she was in the most protected spot in the world. Norin held his wrist, that seemed quite big as even both her hands couldn't wrap around it as she returned his gaze. She then spoke softly, "Cullen..."

"Ahem... Inquisitor..."

Norin didn't release Cullen's hand as she turned to see Solas standing with his hands behind his back. Cullen seemed highly displeased by the interruption as he glared over at Solas. Solas, however, kept his eyes firmly on Norin, "There is a matter to speak of."

She looked to the ground before looking up at Cullen, "I'd...i'd like to talk to you later, if that's okay..."

Cullen, who's facial expression changed dramatically from glowering at Solas to softly staring down at Norin, gently grazed his palm against her cheek, "Anytime, Norin."

He glared at Solas once again before walking back to the chantry when Norin walked back to Solas like a puppy with her tail between her legs. Solas watched as Cullen walked away before taking Norin's arm softly and leading her away from the tavern, "You need to take heed that he is a human before you decide to make relations with him."

"But I wasn't!" Norin pulled her arm away, "And why is him being sensitive a problem?"

"Despite any emotions," Solas turned towards her as he kept a soft grip on her arm, "You must remember your role in all of this. Is is to help liberate the elves from their oppression or is it finding a partner?"

Embarrassed, Norin didn't pull away this time and felt her shoulders sink. Though Cullen was very handsome, and she could not get over how flattering that scar on his lip was, Solas had a point. She nodded slowly in agreement before resting her free hand on Solas' hand. Giving him a weak smile, Norin spoke, "I guess you're right. Solas, don't you have someone you've bonded with?"

Solas laughed softly before releasing Norin, "No, I have not."

He rubbed her arms before Norin began to slowly pull away. Solas released her before asking, "I thought most Dalish forbid interracial dalliances."

Norin hesitated before looking over at Solas glumly, "Where this is very true, and a cousin of mine had been exiled because of it, but I'm not in a Dalish clan any longer. This is my clan now. Full of humans, elves, and now dwarves. I will forgive myself if my feelings fall for someone who isn't an elf."

She noticed Solas' eyes seem to darken at her words. Whatever that meant, she had to consider that her actions could affect how her new 'clan' could view her for them. If she were seen having an intimate conversation with Cullen, the other elves may see her as an elf who turned her back on them. However, if she were seen fraternizing with just elves, the humans and other races would consider that she's showing favoritism.

Solas walked with her back to her cabin and spoke softly, "If ever you need advice or someone who can relate with you, please seek me, da'len."