separate ways

He even smelled the same. Being in his arms was like traveling back in time, her own memories paling in comparison to this experience. At least now she would have something to revitalize those memories. She inhaled sharply at his words, letting out a shuttered sigh into his shoulder as she gripped him ever tighter. No one had called her 'dear girl' in a very long time. In fact, she could only remember one person who'd ever called her that and he was standing here now. 

Oh, She waved dismissively, wiping at her cheek when they pulled away, she smiled appreciatively. Still overly humble, why am I not surprised? Maybe it was a far cry from Silas' greenhouses but his had the distinct pleasure of being curated by his hand and to her that more precious than anything. The greenhouse. Did you ever manage to cultivate the Harlot's Blush? It was a rare bloom throughout Thedas but one she'd grown quite hopeful of seeing. Lead the way, Her fingers laced through his as she leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek.