remembrance

Morrigan rested her chin on her hand, studying the Constable. Your wish... she reached into one of the various drawers, pulling an empty potion phial out. ...is my honor.

A bit of magic, some herbs, and a hand held out towards Ragnar. Your blood. Part of the spell. She stated, without looking away from the swirling phial. She kept mixing it with one hand, swirling the ingredients together within their glass confines.

Should Ragnar let her, she'd cut his hand with a mere move of her finger, and direct the small amount of blood she needed without ever actually touching him. Dropping it into the potion turned it brown, like a tea.

If her children know of you, that will not change. There's enough potion for one person to forget you, Ragnar Caius.

Branded a coward in her mind. Running from the pain he had caused some woman; it was the coward's way out. But it was his favor. He could have done something useful, and asked her to protect Ferelden from the Blight. Asked how to end the Blight. He could've asked her to find and collar the Divine's killer. But none of those were his favor.

He chose, instead, to focus on himself. She could admire that kind of selfish desire. It was the same selfish desire borne out of love that had driven her to murder her soulmate.

You must be careful, after giving this to her. She must drink every drop. But you cannot let history repeat itself; or she will remember in pieces. She explained, leaning over her desk to hold the sealed phial out.

And I'm not certain she'd handle this kindly, if she knew. You should not repeat any dates, nor anything else from your past with her. It all must be new. One last, hard shake of the phial.

My advice is to stay away from her.