Porcupine Ridge the abyss leers in hissing ruts

Rosalyn was interested to hear that it was Andraste who succeeded in what she had failed.  It gave her a moment's pause, as a reminder to the trip that had gone so wrong for her.

Then we are even, she finally said, thinking back to their last meeting.  She'd been pregnant then, yes?

It's strange. Rosalyn continued slowly.  Now, encountering them, it feels different.  Knowing she's gone.  It's like Drageda and all the fear died with her.  She no longer felt the dread when she looked at the cliffs, or felt the spectre of their Heda.  Thuringwethil's demise had freed her some and their children had done the rest.  She simply had bigger worries now.