[ Ten long years, she says, and he grins, but a moment later he adds a wobbly sort of nod. Ten years is long when you should only have eighty; this is no time to pick on her for being mortal. The grin recedes back into a smile. In a philosophical mood he might argue: caring matters on its own. Love's never wasted. All of that shit —

He does believe it.

But it is a beautiful day, and it's nice to be here, and whether anything might change or not it's nice to know she cares enough to touch his hand and want them to, so he lets it lie. ]

Of course.

[ He hadn't expected her to keep secrets from Solas, whatever her motives. ]

But first you have to tell me about Val Royeaux. Did you get to embarrass any of them? No, of course you did. Which humiliation was your greatest triumph?