Lana was stunned. There, standing before her, dressed in a beautiful, Orlesian pink dress, her red hair glowing in the sun, was Sister Leliana. Before she could say or do anything she was almost knocked over by the force of Leliana's hug. The woman, despite being surrounded by curious onlookers, threw her arms around Hawke tightly, kissing her on the cheek. After several seconds of shock, Lana did the same. It's been so longer since I've had just a simple hug.
"Andraste's Grace!" Leliana chimed in her ear, overwhelmed, "Oh Maker, I can't believe it! I thought you were dead!"
Lana chuckled lightly and held her close, melting into the woman's warm embrace. The sweet scent of Sister Leliana's perfume wafted under her nose once more, stirring up old feelings and fond memories of some ten years previous. Maker's Breath! Of all the people to run into! (Literally)
"I though you were too," Hawke replied, as they released each other. "Then I found out you survived the attack on Lothering." Leliana held her face in her hands, caressing Lana's cheek. She tilted her head, puzzled.
"How? Been spying on me from afar?" she joked, grinning at her. "I thought you weren't interested in Chantry folk."
Lana laughed. After all this time and the woman still remembered her words. Even back then she had hated Templars and the Chantry with a vengeance. Now, her hatred had multiplied tenfold. Meeting Leliana once again was causing her thoughts to be conflicted once more, as had been the case another lifetime ago back in Lothering. Sister Leliana was still as beautiful and charming as Hawke remembered, though something about the woman now was more mature. She seemed a lot more self-assured. Her words still warmed Lana's insides though, as they had done the very first moment she had heard her speak. I swear it's that accent she has, Hawke thought to herself, it's honestly the most attractive one I've ever heard.
"Let's...just say we have a mutual friend," she replied, glancing over Leliana's shoulder towards where Isabela had been standing with Lady Elegant. The two women were gone now. Hawke could feel the anger and jealousy build up inside her once more. Where did they go? What are they doing? Damn you, Bela! You don't even have to be near me to drive me crazy!
"Really?" Leliana asked, releasing her and glancing over her shoulder to follow Hawke's preoccupied gaze towards the wine table, "Who?"
"Uh..." Hawke hesitated, not wanting to get into the complicated topic that was Isabela. Like I want to talk about her anyway. That would be some conversation: 'Hey, guess what! We both had sex with the same pirate whore! Isn't that wonderful?'
"...No one," she finished lamely. Leliana turned back to her, confused.
"'No one?'" she repeated, raising an eyebrow at her. "The person you were running from perhaps?" she joked with a grin.
"...I wasn't running...."
Hawke sighed and ran a hand through her hair, feeling stressed and a little overwhelmed by everything that had just happened. Leliana! Here?...and Isabela...and Bethany! Holy Maker, I need a drink. The look on Lana's face told Leliana she was right. Suddenly something caught the woman's eye. She reached out and grabbed Hawke's arm, which was still balancing on her head.
"Maker, you're hurt! Why didn't you say?" she exclaimed with concern, turning Lana's hand over to see the bloodied scrapes on her palm where she had tried to save herself from the fall. "And here I've been blabbering on like a fool."
Hawke shrugged, examining her own hand in Leliana's. It was covered in gravel and small spots of blood. The other one was the same way. She glanced down at her knees then and saw that they were slightly dirty as well. But she hadn't even noticed. Her mind was elsewhere, as it had been since the day Isabela showed up in The Hanged Man.
"I'm fine," Lana said embarrassed, feeling the softness of Sister Leliana's delicate fingers as they traced over her hand, cleaning away the dirt. Truth be told, the cuts were stinging a little, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. I've had worse. Sex with Isabela all those years ago had me rolling about in glass... Stop thinking about her, Lana, she scolded herself. Elegant can have her if she wants. Maker why do you do this to yourself?
Hawke felt a shiver at the gentle hand caressing hers and pulled her hand back at once. Leliana looked up at her, surprised at how distracted and cold she seemed to be now. It wasn't the Lana she remembered from back in Lothering, the cool, collected, mischievous, care-free woman with an impish grin and twinkling eyes. Instead the woman before her seemed harsher, full of worry and above all else...tense. It was strange to see.
"Is...everything alright?" Leliana asked, her eyes narrowing. Lana seemed like she was on edge...or maybe pushed over it. "I...I thought you'd be happy to see me."
"I am," Lana replied truthfully, her eyes keeping glancing over to the spot where Isabela had been moments before. She exhaled and finally looked back into the Sister's blue eyes. "...It's just...bad timing...that's all."
"Bad timing?" Leliana asked, chuckling. "We were at a party, last time I checked. As good a time as any, don't you think?"
After several seconds Hawke smiled as best she could. Leliana was had a point. She was here to try to relax (and to steal a jewel)...and also to prove to Aveline that she was over Isabela so as the Guardswoman would stop hassling her over it. Only instead she saw me slam a glass of wine onto a table and then slam face first against the ground...Way to show everyone you're over her, Lana! Well played.
"I guess you're right," she admitted, sighing. "I'm sorry. I really am happy to see you. It's been too long."
"Don't worry," Leliana said taking her by the arm. "Let's go get you cleaned up. We can't have you walking around the nobles dressed like this. Then we can talk properly."
Isabela followed after Lady Elegant who was leading her by the hand to her room at the end of a long corridor inside Chateau Haine. She never really liked being lead around (unless leashes were involved), but this time the pirate had a feeling that something else was making her reluctant to follow this beautiful woman to her quarters and have sex with her (as she had done on may occasions).
"Stop dragging you feet, Bela," Elegant scolded as the Rivaini slowed her pace, "I know you like to play games but we don't have time. The Duke will be wondering where I am."
"Well, look at you 'Queen of the Nobles'," Isabela mocked, slowing up even more. "I don't care how far up the Duke's ass you are though, nobody tells me what to do."
Elegant turned back to her and grinned cheekily, "We'll see," she replied firmly. The pirate chuckled. Lady Elegant really loved a challenge. Makes me wonder why she always chooses me, Isabela thought to herself, I don't exactly play hard to get.
They finally reached Elegant's room. She dragged the pirate inside and shut the door. Isabela looked around the room with distaste. It was so Orlesian. Everything was in order, silk sheets on a large four-poster bed, freshly cut flowers sitting in a decorative vase on the nightstand, the smell of a scented candle burning nearby and a large fur rug strewn across the floor in front of an impressive mantle piece. Ugh, I think I'm going to vomit. The pirate was a sucker for expensive things (to steal) but this type of decor was too much. She preferred places like The Hanged Man, run-down, old, and dirty. At least then there was always a story to tell. This room looked like it had never even been used before. How boring.
When the pirate turned back around, her eyes were greeted with a treat.
"You don't waste much time," Isabela said, grinning, her eyes scanning the now completely naked Lady Elegant whose dress was lying in a heap on the floor along with her under garments.
"And you're wasting a lot," Elegant answered, pressing herself up against the pirate at once. Isabela caressed the woman's smooth sides, hearing a gasp of desire from her.
"Maybe you should punish me," Isabela replied cheekily, gazing at her. Elegant smiled and leaned in, placing her lips on hers. Their mouths moved together, lustful, hands exploring each other from all angles. Elegant backed Isabela across the room, towards the direction of the bed. Before they could reach it however, an extraordinary thing happened.
Isabela pulled back.
"What is it?" Elegant asked, shocked. "Did you hear something?"
She half glanced towards the door, as though waiting for someone to burst in. Isabela didn't answer. Her forehead creased into a frown. She stared at nothing in particular, frozen, lost in thought.
"I..."
"What!" Elegant demanded, getting a little impatient, "What's the matter with you? You're acting really strange today. Normally you can't wait to take my clothes off. I had to do it myself this time!"
The pirate glared at her, "Nothing's the matter with me!"
"Well why did you stop?" Elegant asked. Not waiting for an answer she threw herself at the busty pirate again, trying to press her down onto the bed. Isabela lost her balance and found Elegant lying on top of her. Oh balls, I'm in trouble! The woman leaned down and began to kiss her again, eager to get her fill. Isabela kissed her back, giving into her greatest weakness and her greatest strength: Sex. She couldn't escape while Elegant straddled her on the bed, trying desperately to relieve her of her clothes. Bugger, I don't want to do this! Yes, you do, No I don't! You love it! You love how it feels to have someone at your mercy like this! I do...I love it...But I don't love Elegant...
Isabela rolled over until she was on top, pinning the naked woman below her. Lady Elegant grinned up at her, thinking she was just taking control lie she normally would. To her complete and utter shock, Isabela however, straightened up and climbed off her. The pirate stood up and grabbed her black corset from the floor and began to put it on.
"Isabela!? What-"
"I have to go," the Rivaini replied, not looking at her.
"You can't be serious," Lady Elegant replied with a snort, "You are passing up sex? Sex with me!?"
"I've had better, Elegant," Isabela replied, tying her red bandana around her arm again, "Don't flatter yourself."
"Don't you dare talk to me like that, you filthy whore!" she exclaimed angrily. Isabela chuckled.
"You're one to talk," she replied, amused, "You may wear fancy dresses and walk about with a silver spoon up your ass, but you're no better than the rest of us. You're a slut, Elegant...and an 'elegant' slut at that."
The pirate laughed at her own joke and began to put on her boots. Lady Elegant straightened up off the bed, her temper flaring.
"If this is about that tramp Hawke..." she began.
Isabela snorted, "As if," she replied, "Hawke and I were finished long before we even started..."
Elegant silently agreed, but she has a feeling Isabela wasn't being entirely truthful (when was she ever?).
"Good thing too, seeing as I saw the Champion outside hugging and kissing some red-haired woman."
"What!?" Isabela exclaimed, pausing and looking up at her in disbelief. Elegant smiled evilly, knowing she had hit her mark.
"It's true," she continued, leaning back on her elbows and crossing her long legs, "As we were coming here I glanced back and saw them holding hands... then they were hugging...and then they kissed."
Isabela started to feel jealous in spite of herself. Who was this mysterious woman? A random person? Someone Hawke knew? Someone she had been with during the years Isabela had been gone? I bet she's just doing it to make me jealous, she thought bitterly, She probably wanted me to see..To react to it. Why else would she do it here, in front of everyone? The pirate slammed her fist on the nearby dresser in anger.
"That bitch!" she exclaimed, shaking her head.
Elegant got to her feet and walked towards her, placing her arms around her waist from behind.
"Aww, is Isabela in love?" she teased, kissing her neck.
"Oh, shut up Elegant!" she said, trying to hide her pain. She put on her usual mask and turned around, grinning in her usual way. "I don't fall in love, you know that."
Elegant smirked back, running her tongue along her bottom lip, seductively. That was exactly what she wanted to hear. "So why are you so angry?" she asked, running an enticing finger along Isabela's jaw line and across the pirate's lips. "You should relax...Or maybe...I can help you relieve that anger..." She leaned in closer, "Forget about Hawke, Bela...because she's certainly forgotten all about you..." She kissed her lips lightly, "I know what you need...Better than she ever will..."
"There, all clean. How does it feel?"
Lana laughed and looked up at Leliana who had just treated her wounds. The woman was looking down at her concerned.
"It's just a few scratches, Leliana. I think I can handle it," she replied, amused.
Leliana chuckled too. "Sorry," she said, "I'm overreacting a little, I know...I'm still finding it hard to believe you're alive, Lana."
The woman deposited the dirty bandages on a nearby table (which were then scooped up by an elven slave) and seated herself down beside Lana on the edge of the fountain in the middle of the garden of Chateau Haine. She then held out a glass of champagne for her which Hawke took eagerly. Lana had never tried it before. She held the slim glass to her mouth and tasted a sip, wrinkling her nose at the tickling sensation of the bubbles.
"Well, what do you think?" Leliana asked, after watching her try it.
"Not bad," Lana replied, nodding, "Though I think I'd still prefer a jigger of whiskey over it any day of the week."
Leliana laughed, "Fereldens," she said, shaking her head. They sat in silence for a few seconds, soaking up the sun and the surrounding scenes. There were nobles of all statuses mingling in the courtyard. Tallis was nowhere to be seen, though Lana assumed she was off hunting for a way into the Duke's vault. Aveline and Merrill were chatting beside the nearest wine cask while Varric was sniffing different cheeses from platters at the far side of the Chateau with Bethany, who was laughing at his reactions. Lana was so glad to see her sister smile again. This whole trouble with Meredith had become a blessing in disguise as it had enabled her with another chance to see her little sister again. Not to mention spend some time with her, which didn't involve killing bandits or the like. And they had at last got a chance to talk and work through some of their issues. Their broken relationship was finally on the mend.
"So..." Leliana began, turning back to Lana, "Are you going to tell me how you made it here? The last I heard almost all of the soldiers had died at Ostagar when Teryn Loghain betrayed King Cailen."
Lana froze. She had never spoken of Ostagar to anyone ever, not even Carver. It had been like an unspoken rule between them. Of course it didn't last long as he died soon after they escaped from the battlefield, but even with Aveline it was never brought up. There were no pleasant memories to talk about. Neither of them had ever acknowledged that the other was there. Many didn't even know Lana had been, and that was how she wanted to keep it. Although she had killed many people in the last number of years, seen many brutal things...Ostagar was like a sickened, poisonous, black spot in her mind which she had locked away completely for fear of what dwelling on the memories would do to her.
"Maybe I shouldn't have brought it up..." Leliana said, seeing the dead look in Hawke's eyes. After a minute of so, Lana finally found her voice.
"I ran North with my little brother...when the Darkspawn overwhelmed us..."
"And you reached Lothering?" Leliana pressed. Lana nodded.
"But we were too late...The village was already in flames by the time we got there...I found my mother and sister and we left with a few others. We had family here so that's why we chose the Free Marches to outrun the Blight...But my brother didn't make it...He died just outside Lothering."
"I'm sorry, Lana. He was a sweet boy," Leliana said sadly. "And Bethany? Your mother?"
Lana sighed. It still hurt to think of everything she had lost. "They got here safely but...a few years later my mother died... and Bethany was put in the Circle."
"The Circle?" Leliana asked shocked, "Bethany is a mage? Andraste's Grace, I had no idea!"
Lana grinned cheekily at her, feeling a little smug. "Why else do you think I kept popping up at the Chantry to keep an eye on her? You're stories weren't that good, you know."
"I thought it was to see me actually," Leliana said honestly, feeling stupid now. She giggled. "Oh, how wrong was I?"
Both women began to laugh then.
"Ah, you weren't all that, Sister," Lana joked. "I've had better."
Leliana laughed, "Oh don't lie, Lana. You never were much good at it. I knew the first day we met you had no intentions of having a drink with me. That was why I decided to go to the tavern myself...and surprise, surprise there you were."
They both started to laugh again, remembering the time they spent together that night in Lothering. Lana never looked at a windmill the same way ever again. It had been an incredible experience, one that she would never forget and she was sure Leliana would never forget it either. A member of the apostate family seducing a member of the Chantry and living to tell the tale. Oh, I should give Varric that as a story title and see what he comes up with, Hawke though, laughing inwardly. That would make for some great entertainment during future drinking sessions at The Hanged Man.
"Anyway, I had originally thought you didn't make it out either, Leliana," Hawke continued, remembering, "I could see the Chantry burn from atop of the mountains as we fled for our lives. I almost went back for you...Of course I know now that you met the Hero of Ferelden and left before the Darkspawn reached Lothering. Not to mention helped her to save the world."
A dark shadow appeared on Leliana's face. This didn't go unnoticed by Hawke.
"What's wrong?" she asked, curious. Was it something I said? Leliana sighed. She didn't know where to begin.
"I...um..."
Hawke then realised where she was going with this.
"I already know you two are together," she said, helping her along. Leliana looked up in surprise. "Mutual friend, remember?" Hawke added with a smile. Leliana laughed a little.
"Are you ever going to tell me who this mutual friend is? They sound like they've been stalking me during the Blight."
"I think you'll find out sooner or later," Lana replied grimly, wishing she wouldn't. "Anyway...how come you're here alone? Where is this Hero now? A woman like that, I'd be showing her off to the world."
Leliana's sadness deepened. "I...I would be to. She is dear to my heart but...She disappeared...a few years back and...well, I have no idea why or where."
Hawke immediately regretted her words. "I'm sorry," she said, holding Leliana's hand in hers and squeezing it tightly. Leliana smiled, looking into her eyes.
"Don't worry," she said, "It was a while ago now. I still miss her though."
"And...you still love her?...Even though she just left without a word?" Lana asked in surprise. Sister Leliana's smile widened.
"Of course I do," she replied, as though there was no other possible answer. "The time apart doesn't change anything. It's the time we spent together that matters. And I know that wherever she is she still loves me too. We just had to go our separate ways...that's all...We both had different callings...mine with the Chantry...hers with the Grey Wardens."
Hawke was stunned at Leliana's words. She stared into the bubbling champagne in her glass, her thoughts falling on Isabela once more. Maybe Aveline was right...maybe I do still love her. Maybe what Leliana said is true as well...that time spent apart doesn't matter...But can I trust Isabela again? That was the real question. The fact that the pirate had just walked off with Elegant told Lana otherwise. Although Lana had never met the Hero of Ferelden she could see her situation and Leliana's were quite similar. The only difference was that one relationship had trust, whereas the other had always lacked it.
"So, I'm guessing from that look on your face that there's someone in your life too?" Leliana said, ending her sentence on a high note and staring at Hawke expectantly.
Lana hesitated. "There...used to be..." she answered sadly. "I didn't really work though...I don't even know if I'm cut out for this relationship crap, never mind her...I thought I was but...Oh I don't know..."
Leliana began to laugh. "Well, going by how you acted all those years ago in Lothering I have to say I would never have expected it of you."
Both women began to chuckle then. Hawke's mind rewinded back to the days when she would run around in secret, bedding a few of her sister's friends behind her back along with a few other local women (sometimes at the same time). Reflecting on it now, it was actually an amazing feat that none of her family ever found out the true nature of her sexuality sooner. Actually, coming to think about it... I still don't think Bethany knows. She hadn't seen her little sister in years and well...she didn't exactly ever bring it up before hand either.
"What was the name of that woman?" Leliana asked, lost in her own memories, "Remember? The shrill, little girl you were with that night in the tavern."
Hawke screwed up her face, trying to remember. She shook her head. "You'll have to be more specific," she said with a smirk, "I've been with so many girls in that tavern."
Leliana chuckled, "You know, the one who kept spilling wine over you..."
"Allison!" Lana exclaimed, covering her mouth as recognition overcame her, "Maker's Breath, I'd forgotten all about her."
"How ever did you manage it?" Leliana asked, chuckling.
"Well, I have different memories of that night," Hawke said, winking at her. Leliana's face flushed red then. She cleared her throat and glanced off into the distance, taking a sip of her champagne. Hawke straightened up, staring at her.
"Are you embarrassed?" she teased, chuckling slightly.
"No!" Leliana replied, defensively.
"Aww, you're blushing!" Hawke said laughing even more.
"Oh, stop it," Leliana said laughing too. She punched her on the arm lightly. "You tease..." The woman sighed, "You haven't changed a bit, Lana Hawke," she said, gazing at her. "I can see you're still the same person underneath all that strain you are carrying around. I gather that the years we've been apart haven't been kind to you. What happened to make you this way?"
Lana's smile faltered. She sat her glass down on the edge of the fountain and shook her head, getting to her feet. "You don't know the half of it, Leliana...and how lucky for you..."
She felt Leliana's hand on her arm then as the woman followed her and placed herself behind her. "Hey," she soothed. Lana turned to look at her, trying not to let her resistance crumble. Leliana touched her face. "Don't use whatever has happened to you as an excuse to hide who you really are. I did the same thing all those years ago in Lothering... I was hiding in the Chantry. You were the only person who saw right through it...and you saved me from that dark path I was headed. That, above all else was the reason I left with the Grey Wardens on their quest when they passed through Lothering. I didn't want to force myself to belong there anymore just because I was afraid of the alternative. In a way, I...I suppose you saved my life, Lana...I guess now it's my turn to return the favour, yes?"
The two women smiled at each other. After several seconds their faces inched closer together. Just as their lips almost met, both women hesitated. They pulled back simultaneously. Hawke exhaled.
"Maybe going down that road again isn't the best idea," she said, "Not when we have others on our minds."
"I agree," Leliana said, smiling at her, understanding. Hawke smiled back and both women wrapped their arms around each other, hugging the other tightly.
"It's so good to see you again, Leliana," Hawke said quietly in her ear.
"And you," she heard her reply. "I thought about you for so long...You have no idea how happy I am to find out you're alive. I prayed to The Maker that you were safe. He must have watched over you."
Lana chucked. "If he has been then can you tell him to stop?" she joked. "It's been a bloody difficult ride since I left Lothering all those years ago."
"I'll let him know," she replied.
Both women chuckled, still holding each other tight. It felt good just to hold each other, each lost in their own thoughts and memories.
Suddenly a rough hand pulled Lana back.
"Doing this for my benefit, are you? Well, it's working alright!"
Hawke was spun around roughly until she came face to face with a furious-looking Isabela. She could smell the alcohol on her breath. But the pirate could still carry herself. She didn't seem drunk but she certainly wasn't sober either.
"Get your hands off me," Lana spat, glaring at her, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh, please," Isabela said loudly, attraction several onlookers. "Was this your plan with the Big Girl all along then? Get her to invite me here, under the pretext of a party only to find the first wench you set eyes on then use her to get back at me? It's pathetic!"
"WHAT!?" Lana exclaimed. More people were starting to stare now. Aveline and the others had begun to make their way through the crowd towards the scene.
"You heard me!" Isabela yelled.
"Why would I go out of my way to hurt someone like that?" Hawke asked, getting angry herself now, "That's your job isn't it? Steal any more Qunari relics lately?"
"Don't turn this around on me!" the pirate said, "I didn't think you of all people would stoop to something as petty as revenge, Hawke...I thought you were better than that."
"Look who's talking," Lana shouted, laughing bitterly, "Is the pirate whore giving out lessons on decency now? Ha! That's a first."
"Look, I know what I did was wrong," Isabela said, her amber eyes piercing Hawke's, "But I don't know what you want from me anymore. Andraste's tits, I said I was sorry, more times than I care to admit, more times than I've ever apologised to anyone...But it's still not enough? Don't think this isn't hard on me as well, Hawke."
"I'm still not entirely sure what I've done wrong!" Hawke replied, feeling ashamed even though she had no reason to. Isabela was taking this hard as well? I thought the woman was dead inside when it came to her feelings for me.
"Elegant saw you kissing her," the pirate said, pointing to a stunned Leliana who had just walked out from behind Lana. Her mouth fell open as she realised who it was.
"Isabela!?"
The Rivaini turned to her then, looking at her face for the first time, having missed it before in her blind rage.
"Leliana?" she asked, equally as shocked. "Maker's Breath, You look...different..."
"Don't we all?" Leliana replied with a smile.
At the sight of her, the pirate's imagination ran wild in her inebriated state. She turned back to Hawke. "Oh I get it," she said, nodding her head.
"Get what!?" Lana demanded, genuinely confused as to what she had done to warrant this behaviour from the Rivaini.
"You thought to get back at me by kissing Leliana," Isabela spat disgustedly, "Maybe even sleeping with her again...Well, it didn't bloody work did it?"
"Oh, go sleep it off, Bela," Lana replied, feeling tears well in her eyes, "I can't believe you would even think me capable of planning something that hurtful, or that ridiculous. I've spent the majority of this trip trying desperately to avoid you. I can't stand the sight of you anymore, because ever time I see you it just reminds me of what a fool I was for ever loving you in the first place."
Isabela breathed a laugh, "If you loved me as much as you said, how come you still can't forgive me?" she asked. "Don't talk bullshit, Hawke. You used me as much as I used you."
"You want to know why?" Lana asked, feeling the eyes of almost the entire party on her. "You really want to know why I can't forgive you!?"
"YES!" the pirate yelled, "Because for the life of me, Hawke, I don't bloody understand it."
"Then let me tell you!" Lana spat, furiously. "I was the only person in the entire world who trusted you. I was the only one who looked past your flaws and gave you a chance...Everyone else told me you were scum, that I should stay away. But did I?...No... I let you in, I trusted you at my back...I fell in love with you against my better judgement...then you went right around and proved them all right. You made me look like a fool, Bela...just like you are doing once again...So I guess you haven't changed at all since you've been away. Now tell me, how, in all of Thedas can I forgive you if you're still the same damn person who screwed me over all those years ago and left me without a seconds thought?"
Isabela simply stared at her, not knowing what to say. The entire courtyard was stunned into silence. Lana fought back against the tears which were threatening to spill down her cheeks. She could see that the pirate was hurting as well, but the woman was way to cold to show any sign of emotion. After several seconds Isabela finally found her voice.
"Fine...If that's what you think..." she replied, her jaw tightening, "But don't expect me to apologise for who I am, Hawke...You already knew what I was when you fell in love with me... So how can that have changed because of what I did? But forget it, I hope you and Leliana are very happy together."
"I'm not bloody sleeping with Leliana again!" Lana yelled at her in frustration.
"You slept with Leliana?"
Everyone's gaze fell upon on Hawke's companions who had finally made their way to the commotion between Isabela and Lana. Hawke's blood ran cold as she saw who was at the head of the party. Her eyes traced over the familiar features, making her wish to The Maker that the ground wound open and swallow her up.
Bethany stared back at her older sister in disbelief.