The following weeks Angelle did everything she could to plan an escape should they need it. Anders felt bad about leading her on, letting her plan something he wouldn't live to use. She had found several potions in The Black Emporium that would be useful. They could make your hair grow faster, change the colour of your hair and there was even a salve that would darken you skin in a matter of minutes. She put it all in a bag in the cellar with some rations, coin, blankets and some clothes. But there was something more she needed to do. Angelle hadn't told Anders, but lately at night she would wake because he was thrashing around covered in blue markings. She wanted to help them both. She wanted to give the man... or men... she loved peace. In one of her meetings with Lelliana, before she left for Kirkwall, she had talked about how she had visited the sacred urn of ashes. Lelliana had even been posted there for a while. If Angelle could get some of these ashes maybe they could separate Anders and Justice. She decided to write to Lelliana to get more information.
She still hadn't told Anders about the letter from the Divine. Not that she really had the opportunity, he was almost never home and when he was he either slept or was far too preoccupied with his manifesto to pay attention to her. A part of her hated it another part of her was relieved.
She tried to tell him about her plans, but he either didn't seem to care or lost interest part way through. When he did speak his arguments seemed to become erratic and incoherent. One day when she came home he had left the whole apartment in ruins, while he sat on the floor shaking. She didn't know if it was Justice or Anders that had done this, but it worried her all the same. Other days he was ecstatic and wanted to do nothing else than to make love to her over and over. Angelle felt like he was caught in a tide dragging him out to sea and she could do nothing, but watch him drown.