She wanted to scream, but her throat was so raw that all she made was a struggling gasping noise. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, it wouldn't surprise her if she did suddenly burst into flames. She managed to lift her head just enough to see a tall, thin white man holding red lyrium to her thigh, she had never seen him before, though as pale as he was she could only assume he came from high in the solitude mountains. Catching her eye he gave a sickly grin as he pressed the lyrium into her thigh further, now drawing blood. Her head fell back as her vision blurred, her entire body was trembling and caked in sweat as her body wanted to fight back so badly but the restraints were so tight she was probably losing circulation. Something in her snapped, she felt it, as though something just turned off. Her body went limp, no longer trembling, the pain was still there though it seemed like a distant thought to her.

"I can take it away." She looked around the room, but it seemed apparent no one was talking to her, they were just talking amongst themselves.

"Wh-who…"

"Shhhhh, don't speak, you are tired. Do you want the pain to go away?" She could only muster a slight head nod. "Then sleep."

She then let her eyes drift close, the heat from the lyrium still stinging on her skin, but it seemed such a far away pain.

She awoke with a jolt, instantly regretting it as her head was spinning from the night before. Looking down she noticed she was covered in sweat. It was the first time since she woke up she had memories, or in this case, nightmare about what happened to her in the dungeon. This one was the first time she caved into its will. Tearing the blankets off her she stormed towards her wardrobe, instantly grabbing her armor. Once dressed she made her way down the large steps, careful not to run into anyone as she made her way down the throne room. She briefly caught eyes with Solas, but her mood was so foul and angry, she quickly looked back to the large doors. It was Cassandra who tried to stop her just as she was about to push through the doors.

"Inquisitor." She crossed her arms and stood in front of the seeker, hoping she would drop what ever it was, but it didn't seem like she was going to. "There are more elvhen arriving than we int-"

"Seeker, this can wait a damn hour or so yes?" Cassandra gave her a shocked expression before composing herself. She never did call her Seeker, so this only meant as serious business. "I will come find you when I am done, until then." With that she turned on her heal and left.

As she walked through the yard, most people avoided her once they saw her. She wasn't trying to be rude, but reliving nightmares was something entirely different. Knowing that most of the people here knew where she was and what was happening to her. Deep down she knew there was nothing they could do, but it didn't quell her anger towards them. She walked across the bridge, heading to a small clearing she had made. It was small, but it was her own space to train, and in this case let out some anger. The sun was out, not a cloud in sight though the air told her it was still winter, as least up in the mountains. There was no snow on the ground, but her feet still had a hard time gripping the icy dirt. As she made her way to the clearing her left hand slightly out in front of her, heat fell from her fingertips as small flames melted the little bit of snow. With a surge of power she cleared a circle around her, with another surge she allowed life into the ground sprouting small flowers and bright green grass. Concentrating as best as she could she formed a barrier around the grounds, keeping some warmth in it. She looked around, admiring her work, it had been a long time since she stood here, it was her sanctuary away from it all, though many knew of this spot, no one came to her unless it was necessary. Sitting on her knees, she placed her hands on top of each other on her lap, breathing in, she began to meditate, or as best as she could. It wasn't long before her ear twitched, sensing that someone was approaching her from behind, though their steps were quiet, as though they naturally fell silent. Drawing her ears back, she turned her head slightly though kept her eyes close.

"Is it urgent?"

"No." She could hear him stepping closer, realizing he wasn't going anywhere, she stood opening her eyes and turned to him. His expression showed one of concern on curiosity.

"What?" Her tone was bitter, then again she probably had 20 minutes to attempt to meditate.

"You seem… distracted." She gave a bitter laugh.

"Angry is more like it." She crossed her arms over her chest, she watched as he clasped his hands behind his back, something he always did. "I came here to meditate, something you seem sure of interrupting." He looked at her for a moment before taking off his large coat, revealing a plain black tunic. It was similar to the one he wore before in the Inquisition though instead of a shirt underneath, it was just his bare chest, with the blackened jaw bone resting against it. She quirked an eyebrow as he stepped towards her again, one hand was behind him the other in front of him gesturing her to come. "What?"

"You want to release your anger, I know that fighting is one of the best remedies, especially if you can direct it to someone you are angry with." She rolled her eyes, letting her hands fall to her side.

"I'm not going to fight you Solas, magic wise you are stronger than I could even imagine. I've seen what you can do angry." He remained unmoved, though now he had an amused smile on his face.

"I said nothing about magic. I am sure you could out maneuver me when it comes to hand to hand combat. Or are you afraid you will get hurt?" The teasing tone, and the raising of his eyebrow made her snap. Lunging at him, he easily side stepped, but she spun, kicking out a leg causing him to fall backwards though he just flipped over landing gracefully on his feet as she stood again. Tilting her head, she played a new angle, slowly she walked towards him, swaying her hips a little more than usual. His eyes flickered to her hips, she smiled inwardly as she knew it was working. He met her gaze once more but before he could say anything she sprinted at him again. Twisting his arm, she kicked out his leg causing him to fall backwards, she landed on top of him, her ankles crossed together under his legs, his one armed pinned above him and her one hand on his throat. She got close to his face, her voice dripping in venom and anger, though despite it all, she could feel tears prickling.

"I do not need your sympathy. I do not need you to think you can come in and save me when you turned your back. You've all abandoned me and yet you claim that you were helping me? Go through what I have then tell me it was for the right reasons." With that she stood, running a shaky hand through her hair, undoing the braid she had. She turned to see him standing, though he was watching her, she couldn't read the expression on his face. He started to walk towards her, though she held up a hand, it didn't stop him.

"Ellana… I am-"

"STOP! Stop…." She watched as he brought a hand up to her face, before he could touch her she reared a fist to his face, in swift motion he caught it, it was gentle but strong enough to stop her. She let out a contorted laugh. "You can't even let me have that." She yanked her hand from his, walking around him. Finding the center of the lot she let her knees drop harshly to the ground, hissing in the sudden pain before breathing once more. She heard him settle beside her, opening one eye she glanced at him, he was in the same stance as her, his eyes were closed as he breathed in through his nose. Sensing that she was looking at him, the corner of his lip twitched.

"If you wish to stare I can sit in a more comfortable position." Huffing, she closed her eyes earning a small chuckle from him. After a couple minutes she felt almost restless, opening her eyes once more she stared in front of her. She watched as the small bits of snow melted against the barrier around them, turning into a soft mist. Her voice was barley a whisper.

"It was a nightmare. From when I was still in the dungeons." She heard him take a sharp breath, but she didn't move her eyes, they kept focused on the falling snow. "There was this man, human. Tall, thin, and paler than snow. His eyes, the sent fear through me, even more so than what the lyrium was doing. It was the first time the demon spoke to me. It promised to ease the pain, to take away the loneliness, after so long I wished for nothing more. When awoke, I was angry once more. Angry that everyone around me claims they did this to save me, they all in their own way love me. I don't believe it. Any of it. They left me to rot in a cell, chained like an animal all because they couldn't understand what was wrong." She let her hands ball into fists, feeling the magic come to life. "I was heartbroken because the one person I trusted the most abandoned me for his own pride and self gain. He abandoned me because he thought I could not be trusted nor would follow him in his footsteps, or at least help in any way. When he left, I was angry, I had every right to be, and instead of helping me, instead of letting me be sad, they threw me away and said there was something wrong with me. Over time it was their doing that gave me strength to give to the demon. When I wake? I find I must beg the same man to left me to save me. I come back to everyone treating me as though nothing happened, as though everything is fine." Finally, she turned to him, the magic was now thrumming against her veins begging to be let out. "Nothing is fine! I was cast out when I was no longer of use, by you, by the Inquisition, by the council, hell my own clan would be disappointed in me!" He went to speak but she pointed a finger in his face, warning him. "Then you finally show up, taking my offer, finally seeing reason after what? After seeing me almost dead? After seeing the fact, you would have killed not only your people but the spirts you were trying to save? When did your own pride stop telling you what to do? Then you act as though you want me again, saying things that should only be said to lovers, or are you just using me for your own gain?" She stood, her entire body was trembling. "I was left to rot in a small cell with no hope, with no one to tell me that they were trying and then thrown back in as though everything is fine again!" She was now shouting, at him she didn't know, she just needed to let something out. She watched as he stood, slowly as though not to make sudden movements. He walked to her, his palms face up as though to surrender, he then pointed to her hands, hesitantly she raised them to him, sparks were flying around her hands. Gently, he placed his hands on top of hers.

"I turned away from you because I thought you could not possibly understand why I had to go through with his. I didn't want you to walk the same path as me for the reason you would lose your families and friends. When you told me your plan, I was beyond happy, after what I did to you, you still were willing to help. If I had known what was being done to you…" His eyes went dark for a second before turning a silver blue. "I would have saved you Ellana. Not once has my heart wavered from you, I truly believed I did not deserve your love, that I was incapable, especially of who I am." She felt the magic slowly melt away from her, the sparks slowly died, her body stopped trembling. His hand brushed along her cheek, making her sigh. "Vhenan, I meant what I said last night, ne'emma lath. Ma ane emma."

He brought her into an embrace holding her tight as she let her tears fall for the first time in awhile. She clutched to his tunic, aware that she was crying into his bare chest if anything. She hated how with as much anger as she felt, he could make it melt just as fast. She all but screamed into his chest and he stood there, arms around her keeping the world away. It was the first time she truly felt safe after everything. A small part of her wanted to fight him, push him away and just walk away from him, from it all. It's when something in her clicked. She pushed back slightly off of him, he brushed her hair out of her face.

"The Arbor Wilds."

"What about them?" He looked at her confused but kept playing with her hair.

"Mythal's temple, the one that was surrounded by the waterfall? Where the Well of Sorrow was." His eyes flickered to hers for a moment.

"The one you drank from?" She rolled her eyes.

"What if we took the elves there? All of them. There is an eluvian in the Skyhold lower levels, only a small handful know about it. If we could move it outside, we could send our people there. They would be safe, protected, I would be more connected to Mythal as well." He placed a finger on her lips, causing her brows to come together.

"The temple is in ruins, to let children live there is asking for accidents."

"If we send workers ahead of time, they could clean it, organize it, have things prepped and ready." She was now smiling, pushing off of him she got his coat handing it to him. "I'm sure if one of us helped with construction it could be done in no less than a month. We wouldn't have to worry about discrimination, treatment. The elvhen people would have a place to call home, and others would have a place to call sanctuary." He pulled on his coat watching her.

"Why do you wish to leave Skyhold?" She stopped then, just before the barrier, turning to him with a giant smile on her face.

"It was never home, all it holds is nightmares and past memories. The temple could be a home, not many know the path, and with your power I am sure you could cloak it. We both wish to free our people, if we could give them a home that is strictly theirs, should we not give them that choice?" This time he smiled at her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as they crossed the barrier and made their way back to Skyhold.

"If you are there, then I will follow Vhenan. I will run no longer."