Northstar Vale the path to paradise begins in hell

"Have you come to poach—"
She remembers the feel of him resting upon her; holding her in arms of woad and blighting her all the while. She looks upon the moonlighter now and would like to think that he looks as gorgeous as a hearthfire and oh, how she has sought such a singular warmth! and so it comes to quilt her ears and bed down within a breast that has beat much too quiet.
"—or pledge, Wintersbane?"

For all that she has entrusted to him once upon a time, and for all that he once led her flight through these selfsame spires, Undómiel could not again allow her beliefs to be perched upon the wearied wonders of all those she has believed to truly know. In a mere few days, such a vagrant had staggered past sanctuary perimeters, and the dawn before that had made evidence of a ghostlion lurking amongst them all.

And for all the softness within her and for all the solace she would only wish upon all ailing, Andraste will not find failure in that, again.