Northstar Vale vivid echoes of the dream on his mind

me too! staying vague w her own encounter so it's chill

Misery;
with a stinging press of lashes to shorn cheek, all that the argent Quetehltë has coaxed from the chasm is wearily, wanly returned. The stricken must not feel such things: not when she is the evenstar of her people and must be undimming; must be a vessel through which the beat of only their hearts chorused through. Tenderness and turmoil, fright and fascination — it must be theirs and from the very souls of them. Theirs is all that little waxen Andraste should feel,
for there should be nothing else to be felt.

And she must press forth from all the fissures within her.

Such a severe settlement she had been sat in;
and though there was not very much to be had of it, Undómiel unfurled her stature up into the heights she did not let herself wonder at the worthiness of, and began to stride a strong, way towards the bloody and bent creature;
a rare erring on the side of caution, no matter how he has staggered so far beyond these Court's borders already. Healing, hurting — which would he wish for?