[Part of her is waiting for the message when it comes. She is not so foolish as to think that Zevran can go through all aspects of his life behind the mask he wore when first they met - she's seen proof enough of that even before they met again en route to Skyhold - but the confirmation in the letters is...

Painful, she supposes. That is the only word for it. That again she seems to be one who has somehow assembled the fragments of her life into something less jagged, that she has made a vow to herself and to her son, to be better and to be more isn't something she knows what to do with but that's for another day. She knows how to be in his shoes for once.

She can help. For once she knows that she can help.]

Of course I meant it, I would not have said otherwise. I went to Orlais but I am not Orlesian. [An attempt at a joke, the only one she will tell.] Not at all, I am free - what do you wish to speak of?

[What troubles you, she means, but she will be gentle.]