[Athilea Majiri]

She nodded slowly. "At least I have some news of her, even if it is a little dated." The woman brushed hair behind her ear that had come loose of the pony tail she had it in. Táriel was happy to have her weapons again, but she had so many questions, so many things she needed to know.

"How...how did you know that I needed help?" That was the foremost thought in her mind. The woman had said she felt her need, she may have even given a short explanation. Though the Dalish woman would never admit it, her anger and hatred of the shemlen had kept her from hearing much of what her companion had said.