[someone has to remember her parents and the way they lived, not just the way they died. she tries to focus on the happy memories, but often finds herself feeling like she's back in that pantry, her father bleeding out on the floor and her mother swearing to die protecting him as she's forced away, conscripted by the Grey Warden, Duncan.

she misses Wynne. Wynne had grown to be a surrogate mother to her and like with her birth mother, she was eager to please. Wynne's initial objections to her relationship with Alistair had hurt, but in retrospect that made her ultimate blessing of their romance that much sweeter and more meaningful. and her stories of the Grey Wardens made it seems like not as much of a curse as it had seemed at first]

You certainly can. I'd be happy to. [such a slur against anyone's mother is not to be borne]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Rhys, and you--you are--? [her eyes widen at the news that he's Wynne's son and one hand briefly flutters to her mouth before returning to holding the ladder steady. she's certain her eyes must be round with amazement. not that she didn't know that Wynne had a son, she'd heard her speak of him with Alistair on more than one occasion. but knowing and meeting are two entirely different things.

and she finally finds her voice] Yes, Wynne is--is very dear to me. I appreciated her wisdom, her courage more than I can ever hope to say. And her humor. She was always very good at getting me to see a problem from another angle. And she was by my side all the way to the battle against the Archdemon. She--she taught herself how to use a trebuchet against it as I stood guard. [she bows her head] She told me she was going to help Shale recover its mortality. I--miss her. [and she raises her head to look at him directly] And it a great honor to meet her son.