gentleman, is she rly your wife if you don't kill her once?

Radiance.

She remembered the feel of the wind on her skin, the touch of hair brushing over her back.  It was all so new, still, raw, her senses blistered and full of her being given form once again.  Fen’Harel.  Shartan.  Solas.  She remembered him, in all the guises he’d come to her.  Pieces of her.  Feredir, she spoke warmly, gracing him with her smile as he knelt.  I have waited a very long time to be seen again.

Now that he had shown his devotion, she did not require him on his knees any longer.  A slight gesture and he was standing again.  Mythal held out her hands once again, moving forward to close the distance between them.  The cloak was too large, too long, but it didn’t matter as she enfolded him in her arms.

Tell me all that you’ve done, and all that you have left to do.