Q: Qunari
Sten was... strange. Quiet. Always listening. Mahariel had a weird sort of respect for the ashen giant. She attempted to learn of him, of his people, but he refused her. So she focused on acquiring his trust. His sword, she learned, was as a limb was to her. He needed it if he ever wished to return home. She swore she'd find it, even if she had to scour all of Fereldan to do so. Perhaps then he would accept her.
R: Rain
Sera's laugh rang out, boisterous and carefree as she dashed about Adaar watched in quiet fascination, confused at the elf's actions. Where she herself was safe in the confines of a dry cave, Sera prattled about beneath the falling rain like a small child. Her tunic clung to her skin, hair mussed and dripping and somehow shaggier than ever. Adaar was certain she'd never seen a more beautiful sight in all her life. But then Sera turned. She turned and outspread her arms and smiled. A blinding, toothy gesture directed at Adaar that had the Tal-Vashoth's throat constricting. 'No,' she silently mused, 'That was the most beautiful sight.'
S: Silence
A gentle breeze made Lavellan shiver, and even as she pulled her overcoat more securely around herself she sighed in defeat. Below her, Cassandra and Dorian bickered over something faintly sounding like a Templar's purpose as they made their way back to the encampment Scout Harding and her companions had set up nearly two days earlier. And then it was just her and the forest and the branch she rested upon and the quiet. Even the animals seemed hesitant to voice out. Lavellan closed her eyes and leaned back. She tried very, very hard not to focus on the throbbing coming from her clenched, glowing fist.
T: Trust
When Merrill spoke, it was with her back to him. As if she were afraid of the rejection that surely lived within his eyes as she gave life to a long awaited confession. But he watched her in the hazy mirror that only worked as such, watched the way her brows furrowed and sorrow took life in the confines of her eyes. Her guilt was only outweighed by her determination to make something good out of this thing that had threatened to ruin her life. Hawke couldn't find it in himself to refuse her. So he swore to help. He would take her to Sundermount and they would figure this out. Together. Because Eluvian be damned, he believed her when she said she was doing the right thing.