"It was unpleasant for all of us," she replies softly, not without an edge of something in it. Unhappiness, perhaps, regret maybe, but whatever it is she has learned to harden such things. "He came and rambled at me when he was sick, insistant that Morrigan and I dancing together was more than simple... absurdity on our parts. I dismissed it out of hand."

And then she started thinking about it, and then everything became infinitely more complex, of course.

"Or, possibly, it is indicative of a certain sort of masochism." Leliana knows better even as she says it, but it is safer to bristle and to maintain distance. She is, for all intents and purposes, a chantry hedgehog. And she shakes her head. "Even if I have romantic and if they are returned in some form, I remain the Nightingale. Morrigan and Kieran deserve more than a shadow, and they deserve more time than I have to give."