early morning

Lana had been a grounding presence in his life for longer than most. From his time as an apprentice to finally freeing him from the confines of the Tower by offering him a place in the Grey Wardens. She was his rock when he recovered after Kirkwall. The mother of his children, biological and adopted. She kept him above water, even when she was drowning.

He knew it was her before she spoke, the wind bringing her familiar smell towards him. He glanced over at her and smiled slightly, Bit early for that. Can I offer you some tea instead? he held out his hand to her.

I’m alright. How are you feeling? Your magic getting any better?