When Isabela and Aisha returned from their bath, finally clean. Anders was waiting for them in the Hanged Man..

"Good," he said, "you are here. I believe I have found a cure."

"Finally," Isabela said, "when can we go? Right now?"

"Hold your horses. There are some things you need to know first. Hawke has been kind enough to allow us to use her library for the ritual. I suggest we go there right now. After hearing what I have to say you might not want to go through with it."

"Let's just go," Isabela said impatiently, "I doubt there is anything that will make me change my mind."

…

They soon found themselves in Hawke's library. Hawke sitting on a chair near the door with Merrill sitting at her feet, both of them looking on curiously as Anders tried to explain why the ritual was probably a very bad idea.

"I don't care," Isabela said impatiently, "Aisha doesn't deserve to be like this."

"Even if it might be worse for her to be..." he turned quiet, looking concerned.

"What do you mean?" Isabela said and threw her arms up in the air. She took a hold of Aisha's arm and pulled her towards Anders violently, pushing the girl at him.

"Is this what is best for her?" Isabela asked and looked at Aisha with annoyance in her eyes, "she might as well be dead."

"Look," Anders said, "I realize that this is a friend of yours and that you want her back. But to reverse the rite… first of all, there is no guarantee that the reversal will be permanent and second, it is supposed to be a very horrific experience for the mage. Imagine remembering what pain feels like, to rediscover the emotions of despair, loneliness and sadness. Are you sure it wouldn't just be better to kill her?"

Anders' eyes were filled with compassion. The pirate in front of him wouldn't listen. At the mentioning of killing the tranquil Isabela's pupils dilated a little bit, and she threw a look at Aisha whose arm she was still holding.

"No," the pirate said, "I will never kill her. And she cannot remain this way. Any price is worth it. Let's do it."

Anders sighed heavily.

"As long as you realise that you will not be paying this price. She is."

Isabela looked unsure for a moment but then she nodded, determined once more. He continued.

"Tranquils also go to the Fade when they dream, but they are invisible to spirits and demons. If Justice knows what to look for he can force her out, touch her mind. Make her Fade-self and body-self connected once more. But we need for Aisha to sleep. I've made a simple sleeping potion that will put her to sleep so that we can proceed."

"What will happen when Justice has done the actual reversal?" Hawke said, "is there any risk that she could become an abomination?"

"Justice is not going to possess her! So no, probably not. But I cannot be sure what will actually happen afterwards, and most likely she is going to be more vulnerable to possession and also very emotional."

Isabela nodded.

"Aisha," Anders said as he reached inside his robe to procure the potion, "drink this."

The girl looked at her, her eyes still void of emotion. Her unseeing eyes caused Isabela to shiver, the pirate longed for her friend to be normal again.

The girl took the bottle and drank the contents without even asking what it was for. Tranquils weren't stupid, or had a deathwish; the girl just knew that Isabela wouldn't let anything happen to her. It wasn't an emotional type of trust, the girl just knew it as a fact.

Isabela caught her as the strong herbs rose to her head and caused her to fall asleep.

"You can put her in my room.. I guess," Hawke said but sounded slightly unsure. The woman was still not sure if the whole reversal was a good thing and she really didn't want a fight to happen in her bedroom. But she also saw how tenderly Isabela carried the tranquil.

Isabela held Aisha as the party slowly walked to Hawke's bedroom. The young Rivaini looked peaceful in her sleep, her eyelashes so dark against her cheeks, and Isabela almost felt bad that she was going to force all the horrors of living on the girl once more. The pirate thought back to another time, a time when Aisha had still been Aisha…

Isabela put her friend on the bed and moved a few strands of black hair from the tranquil's face, hoping that none of her companions would notice the sudden display of tenderness. She turned around and nodded at Anders.

"Let's do it."

Anders nodded and went to sit next to Aisha, motioning for Isabela and the rest to stay back.

"This might take a while. Just be patient," Anders said and then his eyes flashed blue for a moment.

Meaningless words escaped from his lips, and wisps of blue light dashed around him and Aisha. Isabela has to stop herself from clutching a hand to her chest, not wanting to display any more vulnerability. Her heart was beating so fast, that the pirate worried that Hawke would hear it. Merrill, bless her heart, touched the pirate's arm lightly as if wanting to provide comfort. Merrill always knew.

They stood still, watching Anders work for what felt like forever. Isabela's patience started dwindling as Anders was simply sitting still. Whatever it was that he was doing, it was hidden from Isabela, Hawke and Merrill.

"Maker!" Anders pulled back suddenly and his eyes turned back to their usual colour, "no, oh, no!" He screamed while tears poured out of his eyes. Isabela and Hawke stared at him, neither sure what was happening or what they should do. But then a sudden scream made them noticed that Anders had only been distracting them.

Aisha was sitting up, her face flushed and her mouth opened.

"Aisha!" Isabela yelled and ran to the girl's side.

Aisha turned towards her, her brown eyes no longer cold. Instead they were burning and hurting.

The pirate had to duck as the girl started screaming again and lashed out with her arms and legs, twisting and turning on the bed.