His amatus seemed unbothered throughout, perhaps it's because he lived it, and to Dorian's knowledge his lover had returned to the ruins multiple times outside campaigns led by the Inquisition. Kai had taken him once, late one evening. The kind of evening that is always mentioned in fairytales, when the soft amber light is just strong enough to cast long shadows across the landscape, but also dim enough to allow the brighter stars to shine though the cobalt sky. Kai seemed to use it as a place of grounding and humbling. Lavellan had sat on one of the outcrops of rock which had collapsed outwards, it looked like it may have been a part of the main temple structure, a pillar or something of the like. This rocky outcrop stuck out precariously over the ruins and off the side of the mountain the temple was built on. Kai would just sit there, right on the very edge with his feet dangling over the steep drop, leaning back placing all his weight on his elbows and resting his hands firmly on the smooth rock, he gazed up at the sky carefully taking into account all of the different colours produced by the fading light. The light of the gradually brightening stars reflected in his eyes, the Herald seemed fully at peace.
When Dorian finally built up the courage to join him, being sure not to look down and ignore how high up they were he trudged slowly towards the elf, his legs shaking, heavy as lead, the mage almost gave up. Well he considered calling Kai down, but felt shame in the action, and after all he was supposed to be a flawless specimen of his homeland, he could let a small thing like death from falling from this highly unstable ledge stop him. After what seemed like an eternity, Dorian gracefully sat beside his amatus, the rogue was chuckling to himself, most likely at Dorian's ridiculous fear induced antics and not stop moaning all the way to the edge,
"Why couldn't you be like normal people and sit in a nice garden, there's a perfectly good one at Skyhold you know."
"Is this a Dalish thing? Do all of you feel the need to find the most dangerous place to relax, like cats do? The most uncomfortable, nerve wracking location you can? Not only do we come to an eerie ruin but you have to find the thinnest, most unstable place to sit down!" Kai chuckled turning to face his vhenan, his eyes sparkled,
"I don't know why to be honest. I just feel like times stops here, the universe just keeps on going around me."
Dorian hummed, "I wouldn't be surprised if time did truly stop here, with all the magic atrocities that have happened over the last few months. I hate to think what state the balance is in, most likely chucked down the privy with everything else that made sense."
The Inquisitor nodded in agreement,
"Opens your eyes though, doesn't it? When you begin in life, everything seems to make sense, it's all so simple. Like, you play your part in life and that's it, nothing more to it. Here you are, this is what you have to do and then you die."
This attitude surprised Dorian, it was true that he had felt trapped in life playing a role he hadn't wanted. But to hear it from someone who he believed was as free as a bird showed him just how naive he was. He snapped out of his thoughts by his amatus.
"Hey, are you even listening to me? Never mind. I know I can rattle on a bit."
The mage sighed, "Apologies amatus, I was listening but I was also thinking. Please continue." This made the elf roll his eyes, he looked up at the stars in wonder, "What do you think about those myths about life out there. All that potential, we can't really be the only living things in the universe, right?" Dorian simply shrugged.
"I would love to see those stars up close you know; I bet they're even more beautiful up close."
Dorian's heart swelled, suppressing a smile he decided to be cheesy, "Indeed, but not as beautiful as you." Kai laughed, turning away, he was definitely blushing.
"I think we should go back now, before you get anymore syrupy."

That night was always fresh in the Tevinter's mind. When he thought of all the moments they had shared, it was always that night that came to mind. Now as they approached it, the final stage, as Varric had said 'How many hero stories have you heard with a happy ending.' Before the altus could read the situation he was pointed towards demons and ordered to fight. He did so, but soon realised his amatus was nowhere to be seen. Glancing around Dorian's sights set upon the disfigured stairs spotting the elf near the top, no one had accompanied him. Forgetting all about his current task, he headed for the stairs, only to be abruptly stopped by Cassandra and Cullen. The path crumbled cutting the Inquisitor off from his allies.
"He'll die!" Screamed Dorian with rage. "You've led him to his demise! You heartless, backstabbing..."
"Enough!" Growled Cassandra, cutting the mage off.
"We've helped him all we can; it's up to the Maker now." Reasoned Cullen calmly.
Dorian pushed away from them, he was filled with mixed emotions; rage, guilt, pain and fear. This fear was like nothing the mage had ever experienced before, it was deep within him, his stomach churned and his vision wasn't focused. 'Ha, look what you've done to me Kai, I feel awful, if you die I fear I may become broken beyond repair.' From all the men in the world, he had to pick the one who was doomed to a horrible, lonely death. It was true that Kai only had to face Corypheus for they had taken down his dragon abomination together. But still the mage felt numb, almost as if something was sucking all the feeling out of him, all those emotions were slowly slipping away being replaced by an unsettling numbness.