Firestone Hot Springs he’s still leading me for

ur good!! im just blind lmaoo

“Tears of willows, wishing to reach you. Hold you,”  the stricken muses, halfsight looking through the delicate soul settled apart from her; eyes misted, faraway; sheltered by the dark swoop of lashes now low in that mem’ry; of many and more.  “Dawn and eve are a likewise lull, and ... when slumber takes you, there is no fear within ze solace. Within sanctuary.”  Sights veiled, now, breath stuttering soft within lungs of longing—
—though she lapsed upon the intrusion, the peal of Phillip? and only managed to look upon the newcomer once her mind ushered her back to this Below. 

Other than the maiden of the dark wood, so rare had it become that she would happen upon another so profoundly scarred as she  (and more!)  She might have let her eyes linger upon those that the argentcloaked male bore; might have wondered at the stories untold therein. But Andraste only murmured some foreign greeting in the face of his evident agitation.

Might he be family, or else?