Northstar Vale quälen

Something beckons from the shadows and Andraste stumbles the remainder of the way, claws clutching into the new snows and the frigid loam beneath as she leaves the roots behind entirely; all in favor of shivering forth from her post with a frosted step and shorn features set into something remnant of sunknived incredulity as bleary halfsights alit upon that blasted argent hide and looked with aghast stupor into the imperious guise of—  "Agana."

There is a significance of rare indignance that leaves Undómiel as her natal companion presents herself; brow drawn and austere as ever.  "I have just awoken. Forgive me,"  and seeks it with a quieted cant of marred, misted head.  "I believed you to be another."  Sighing soft and slow, the stricken lifts her chin, all the better to look into those lamplight eyes with her own.  "Is there anything ze matter, Agana?"