"It's not quite the chill of icy despair, no. It's definitely not you Cole."

She chuckled.

I get it. 🫂 I have been tempted many times. But remembering how shitty it feels in the beginning always makes me change my mind. I end up just demolishing an area and doing something new instead. Do you have a dream address? Here is mine. 🥰 (my island has already changed since I refreshed it, haha)

Don't do it. I get it, I get bored of my island too. But you will get bored of it again and again and again if you fall into that trap. Just change it up instead. So you can keep your items.

Them.

Ar lath ma, papae. Dareth shiral.

-Fen'ara"

It neglected to mention the nightmares and the demon who caused them. Not wanting him to worry. She wished she could hug him. She would visit him in the fade over the weekend. Fen sighed, sealed the letter, and headed for the rookary.

Him to meet you. Once the battle at Adament is over. I want to come see how you are doing as soon as I can. Please take care of yourself while I am away. I will be sending some food, blankets, and herbs along with this letter. As well as a few crafts I made for you. I hope you can make good use of+

Solas. The elvhen mage we spoke about before. The one who helped me with the anchor when I first got here. I told you a little about my feelings for him whilst I was there. I am happy to say, things have only gotten better. I truly love this man, papae. I know you would too. Maybe soon I can bring+

I wish you could be here at Skyhold with me. I wish you could see the progress I have made. But that is a risk I am not willing to take. So I hope this letter will suffice. If it is any consolation, I am not doing this alone. Not only do I have good advisors and Davrien helping me, I also have +

Towns are well stocked and prepared. I have even been putting the skills you taught me to good use. Helping train our soldiers and mages. Building and calibrating trebuchets and our necessary armorments. Even salvaging and refurbishing our weapons supply. Making sure they all have fresh runes. +

Preparing for Adament is proving to be a daunting task. But one that I have surprisingly excelled at. We have many new supply lines for equipment and food. New noble allies willing to donate to our cause. Trade routes set among them and our keeps to ensure not just the Inquisition, but local+

Like, despite how busy she had been there was nothing to show for it. But she put her quill to the paper anyway.

"Papae, I hope this letter finds you well. I miss you. Are you in need of more tonic? I can get some shipped out right away if your stock is low. Ir abelas, I have been so busy. +

But she knew she would regret it forever if she didn't keep in touch before the inevitable truth came to pass.

Her hand quivered as she reached for the quill. Staring at the blank scroll for a few minutes as the fire flickered in the hearth. She wasn't sure what to say, or where to start. It felt+

Last time she saw him, he was so sick with the blight he was barely coherent. Half drunk, and in enormous pain. She did all she could to alleviate his suffering. But there was little she could do. It was only a matter of time. That truth sunk sharply into the deep of her stomach, and made a home.+

Catch her breath. Let alone process her realizations from her visit. Her only reprieve lately had been her short nights with Solas. And their occasional private outings she had chosen not to disclose to anyone. But she had also neglected to write him. A pang of guilt sunk into her chest about that.+

I am right there with you falon. I hope you get some good rest.