There is no moment better than the present. Sten is certain of it, even if the elf warden is not.
"I must apologize about the events in Haven," he says solemnly. "Your lord arose, and he has promised you aid. You have built a formidable army, Warden."
The elf smiles—not the foolish, infatuated smile she has on just a few moments ago.
"Don't do it again," she tells him. She opens her bedroom door and takes a small pouch, which she puts in her pocket. And then she tries to reach for her travelling pack, which is unfortunately placed in a high shelf.
Sten does not need to be asked about this. He takes the initiative and hands the Warden her bag.
"No, you open it," she tells him, that intelligent smile still on her face.
He does, and behold, he holds his soul again in his hands. Asala.
Completion.