You've been gone too long

In many ways Loghain should have died back in 9:31, if it were not for Lana who had seen fit that he would be more use to the Wardens than a dead man. Not a popular opinion with everyone, but he had no problem serving Ferelden through the Wardens, even if the irony wasn’t lost on him. He respected the fuck out of Lana and probably always would. Now in this moment, he had even more questions as Lana spoke. Something was off about how she talked about Morrigan, but with everything going on he wasn’t sure now was the best time to bring it up and ask about it. So for now he just made himself a mental note to ask about it later when things were less pressing.

If it weren’t for Kieran I’d say they deserved it, karma finally kicking their arses. His voice trailed off. It would be nice to think that it was karma kicking Orlais’s arse, but with Ferelden having their 2nd blight in less than two decades, one would have to ask what Ferelden had done to warrant such karma.

He nodded at the comment about the witch, in a haze of worry and confusion. Another witch? Well Lana wouldn’t bring it up if it wasn’t important. He hesitated, part of him didn’t want to let Morrigan out of his sight, but with Lana there now, what could he really do for her, better to stay out of the way of the healers and let them do what they needed to do. He was too dazed to even let the idea of another one of Flemeth’s daughters sink in entirely. It was inconsequential really, if Lana felt he should meet someone, well he’d trusted her for going on twenty years, so he didn’t question when she said there was someone he needed to meet.

I guess it shouldn’t surprise me Flemeth has more daughters out there. Morrigan’s never mentioned her to me, does she know about this witch? Loghain asked, tipping his head slightly, then rubbing the back of his neck. Coming back from the dead took a lot out of a person.