The others had begun to head to the temple to get the Inquisitor and head home when Cole made his appearance, rushing at the group in a panic. Cassandra frowned. "Cole? What-"

"I can't make her forget because I'm human now!" he cried, panicking, "The healer saw her mark! I don't know how to help!"

A chorus of horrified gasps was the response. Cassandra's eyes widened, and she gasped. "What? Oh, Maker-"

"Run!" Sera cried, "We gotta shut this bitch up, now!" The rest of the party quickened their pace, running like a stampede to the temple. Civilians peered out their windows in befuddlement as they sprinted. A few merely closed their window shades and hid. When they got to the temple, Iron Bull threw the doors open, the others rushing in past him, looking for what they expected to be a stunned, scared, or angry healer.

They instead found Blackwall and Dorian on the bench with the Inquisitor, all three looking absolutely baffled. Danica Pure-Spring hummed a tune calmly under her breath while dipping the marked hand in a bowl full of a poultice of some sort. Dawn blinked, looking the most confused of all, as the woman didn't even seem to notice the glowing green mark.

The healer looked up at the group and nodded her head calmly to them. "Come to get your friend? I'm almost done with her, and she hasn't a chance of contracting vampirism, never you worry." She turned her head back to her patient, continuing to hum calmly. No one said a thing for several seconds, until Cassandra cleared her throat.

"Haven't you noticed anything...unusual about her hand?"

Danica shrugged. "They made a big fuss out of nothing. Her palm's got what looks like a scar from a burn mark on it, but I don't see what the big deal is. If it makes you all worry less, I won't say a thing to anyone. Patient confidentiality and all that." she said casually. Cole let out a sigh of relief.

"She can't see it," he murmured, "she sees the burn but not the green glow. She's safe."

"But how..." Solas shook his head. "How in the...Tanya, Vidar," he turned to them, frowning, "you see it, do you not?" Both siblings nodded, looking just as baffled as the rest. "Then...something is preventing this healer from seeing the whole truth. But what?"

Danica pulled the bowl away. "I'll be right back. Wait here." she ordered, heading to the other side of the room, preparing something. Dawn looked between the others and her mark, cocking her head to the side, frowning.

"What is..."

"You're welcome." An echoing, feminine voice rang in the the ears of the group. It carried a tone of authority and calmness, like a mother lecturing a child. Tanya recognized it as the voice of Azura and raised an eyebrow, sharing a look with her brother. All of them jumped, heads darting around for the source.

Cassandra turned her head in all directions. "Who..."

"Danica cannot hear me; only your party, my Champion, and her brother. I have prevented her from seeing the mark that does not belong in this world. Hear me and obey, you most of all, Inquisitor," the voice continued, "I am the Goddess of Dusk and Dawn, Mother of the Rose."

"The Daedric Prince Azura!" Dorian gasped. Sera whimpered in fear, desperately praying that this...being would stop talking to her, to everyone. Dawn's eyes widened and she pursed her lips, looking towards the ceiling, not sure where else to look.

"What would you ask of me?" the Inquisitor asked hesitantly, whispering lowly so that Danica would not hear. The priestess was completely oblivious, going about her business at a table on the other side of the room.

"That mark is as much an anomaly to the daedra as it would be to the mortals, and danger could come from it being known." she warned. "Come to my shrine south of Winterhold. I would speak with you before you return to where you belong, Herald of Andraste. I will be watching you all through the folds of the twilight."

"Absolutely not," Vivienne snapped, "this de-"

"Do not," Vidar warned, "you are not safe from her wrath. Bite your tongue."

The voice of Azura and her command had sparked a hot debate between the group, who gathered around the Gildergreen sapling to talk in the night. Vivienne crossed her arms. "We would do well to just go home and never come back with the Inquisitor. This realm is far too dangerous for her."

Dawn glowered. "Enchanter, I am no child. I knew the risks, and-"

"We cannot risk you," Cassandra refuted, "we do not know the intentions of this...being that reached out. Daedra are dangerous, and I fear what she might want with you. We still need you in Thedas."

Dorian scoffed. "It may be too late. Do we really want to anger this deity? Dismissing her may be a bad idea."

"You would put the Inquisitor in that danger?" Blackwall demanded. Solas shook his head quietly.

"We would be in danger either way. Ignoring or answering her requests could have consequences." he pointed out. "We should answer her summons." The elf looked towards Cole, who was sitting on a bench and swinging his legs back and forth. "Can you read her, Cole?"

"Veil of rose and silver, watching beyond at green sparks that never stop burning her hand. Reaching out, rose eyes stare down at the mark. Have to warn her, have to speak with her before another Prince does." Cole stopped. "She cut me off now. She doesn't want to hurt you. She wants to tell you something before you go."

Tanya held her hands behind her back. "I strongly advise we go through to speak with Azura. She is not evil, and she doesn't speak to mortals without reason."

"That mark is more than enough reason." Vidar murmured grouchily. "Nevertheless, I agree with my sister. We should stop at the shrine before you go home."

Sera whined, stamping her foot, hands clamped into fists. "Frigging...fucking...ugh! I can't...I can't say nothin' without worrying about...do we have to?" she asked, frightened.

Cassandra looked up to the Dragonborn, scowling. "You never told us you were her Champion, of all things! Why did you say nothing?" she snapped angrily. Tanya anxiously stepped behind her brother for help, who was about to step in and speak for her when Vivienne interrupted.

"Vidar, darling, no." she snapped, crossing her arms. "She must explain herself on her own. Otherwise she'll never learn to do by herself." she ordered, staring down the Dragonborn, who gulped. "Explain yourself."

Tanya hugged herself nervously, looking at the ground. "Well...I...she asked for help with an artifact of hers when I was visiting someone at the shrine." She look at Vidar, who patted her on the back and glared at Vivienne, who acted as though he was not trying to glare a hole straight through her head. "It...had been corrupted by a necromancer who sought it as a solution to death. I recovered it, brought it to her, and she sent me into it to purge his soul from it. She named me to be a champion of hers as a result." She nervously laughed. "It's no big deal, really! Vidar's the champion of Meridia, you know. One time he found a shiny gem that belonged to her and then he brought it to her shrine and-"

"Bookworm," Varric interrupted, looking sympathetic, "it's okay. We understand."

"Do we?" Cassandra snapped, glaring at the dwarf. The Inquisitor stood up, sharing eye contact with the Dragonborn.

"Let's be off." she ordered briskly, picking up her pace. The others began to follow the leader, who resolutely continued forth. Tanya hurried up to her side, still confused.

"Where are we going?" she asked. Dawn gave her a tired look.

"Take a guess."