Northstar Vale quälen

She had not been seeking divination to all that she must be again laden with. In the name of her people and for the children that would bind her  (in some fashion)  to he who lie within her very blood ... she would do this thing. With Agana's uncertainty was some dimmed resignation that the heiress was all to familiar of. But, then—  
"Onónë?"

The looming argent had turned from little Undómiel the inscrutable lantergleam of her eyes; and here it was that the fée felt some tenative trepidation as to the alignments of one's family. Once upon a time, she had kept close to the wellness of her very soul the hanno that she had been held beneath prayerwaters with; and wonders if the absence of her own tar-emil and aranatar in the wake of her own treacherous turmoil is blamant of her own negligence in several moons past;
but their faces all have long since ebbed from the mem'ry of Andraste; faraway father and murmuring mother and boisterous brother; and can feel nothing nothing nothing within the unending chasm that has come to be cleaved throughout the vessel of her. The eye of her somber son! The voice of her daring daughter! The notes are faded and thin; straining; Moonspear was their mother, yes, yes—

So, regardless of the significant lack of upheaval over all that has been wrought upon her and all wrongdoing that she had once wrought upon her own then-brood in turn  —  Agana is here and hot with blood and fine flesh and is brimming with breath. It is all that the stricken can do to wonder aloud, gentled:  "I will not intrude upon your worries, lest you wish to speak of them."