Two kittens had an argument. It was a cat-astrophe.

He winced slightly at the comments about how he should have taken better care, the problem was, he’d felt perfectly fine when he’d left Orlais to visit the Free Marches. It wasn’t until he’d gotten through the Eluvian and on his way to see his friends that he’d suddenly taken ill. He supposed there was no harm in telling Ruth exactly what was going on. It wasn’t really a secret, not any more at least.

I’m not sick, per se. I mean I’m a Grey Warden, so I’m blighted. As far as what happened to me, it was unforeseen side effects of an experimental treatment to stop the spread of the blight inside me. Not a total cure, but as close to it as Rosalie Rutherford was able to research. I’m her first warden test subject. He did his best to explain, it wasn’t his first time explaining it all, and probably wouldn’t be his last.

I felt fine when I left Orlais, but Rosalie assumed I was going back to Amaranthine with the other Ferelden Grey Wardens, but at the last minute I decided to head here and see some friends I hadn’t seen in quite some time. Not that he owed Ruth an explanation for why he was where he was, but it was what it was.