You've been gone too long

Clearly the fact that Mirage was Orlesian made Loghain’s eyes roll, a slight scowl. Any time the conversation moved to anything to do with Orlais it made Loghain bristle with anxiety. Of course, he didn’t entirely understand why, or just how badly his mother’s rape and murder had effected him. If someone had asked point blank he’d probably say he was long over it, mainly because he wasn’t the sort to admit to weakness too openly.

Still, he also trusted Lana with his life, since years ago his life had literally been in her hands and she had chosen to spare his. If she trusted this, Mirage, then who was he to second guess that, even if he didn’t altogether like it.

Well, if you think she’s useful, who am I to argue. It wasn’t as if she was bringing an army into Ferelden, so what harm was one Orlesian. He thought that, though he still cringed a bit His trust in Lana went deep, and even if it was hard to swallow his pride and suffer an Orlesian, he’d do it because it was Lana. Suddenly it occurred to him that he had no idea how much time had actually passed since Morrigan had killed him.

How long has it been any way since? There wasn’t exactly anyone I could ask when I woke up. From my point of view I can’t tell if it’s been weeks or months or years. He hated feeling out of the loop, not knowing what was going on, it made him feel ill prepared and powerless.