[ And so are you. She almost wants to sigh at how optimistic and hopeful he sounds. He doesn't understand. ]

Yes, the very dead Hero of Ferelden. Thedas isn't going to rejoice at my sudden appearance. If anything, there's going to be a great deal for me - and the Inquisition, by extension - to answer for.

[ I did this to you all, she reminds herself, for better or worse. She will be able to lead the Warden armies and be a competent ally to the Inquisition, that much is true. She has information that can aid them. But that by no means will allow them to slip under the ripples her appearance is going to cause. ]

You must understand that Ferelden will be asking questions. King Alistair will probably contact the Inquisitor. Weisshaupt will have their own troubles, if they even bother to make contact after the disaster they've allowed.

[ And, frankly, she has half of a mind to call on them first. ]

And that's not including anyone else who's believed me dead. Those nobles will spin some story about how this was a fabricated ruse to give your Inquisitor an even more glowing reputation.

I wasn't brave to come here, Cullen. I was guilty and desperate. I didn't ride in with a miracle strapped to the back of my horse.