time stops for no one

Loghain listened intently, nodding at Rosalie's words. Her strength and foresight impressed him, but he didn’t soften his resolve. You’ve planned well, Rosalie. That’s more than most would do in your position. But Orlais is stubborn—pride won’t let them retreat until it’s too late. You know as well as I do that survival sometimes means cutting losses and moving on.

At her mention of Vincent, his jaw tightened. He’s a Warden, like me. Duty defines him. But his choice doesn’t bind yours. If things fall apart, don’t hesitate to leave. Ferelden’s always ready to welcome its own home.

He placed a firm hand on her shoulder, the weight of his regard clear. You’ve done good work here, but don’t let Orlais’ mess drag you under. We’re proud of you, Rosalie. I mean that.

Standing, Loghain adjusted his cloak. I’ve lingered long enough. My family’s waiting in Ferelden. You know where to find me if you need help. Don’t hesitate to call for it.

With a nod, he left, his stride steady and resolute. His duty in Orlais was done—for now. Time to return to his own.

@Rosalie Rutherford