[Her gaze snaps up to his, an angry fire glowing in yellow eyes. She could do it, too - she was raised to be every bit as manipulative and sharp-tongued as her mother. She knows how the woman thinks, how she would handle things and what she would do next. Flemeth would push that hand away and walk, preferably with a wall of fire forming between them as she turned into a giant bird and flew off.

She squishes the thought beneath her heel like a pesky insect. No. She knows better, and she will do this her way.]

I shall, but neither of us are so weak that we would die of loneliness. The archdemon, on the other hand...

[One breath, and the halls of Castle Redcliffe give way to the campsite once more. The wardens and all of their companions save for herself gather by the fire. Yet one-by-one, each of them depart save for Amell and Oghren.]

...They shall need a Warden to rebuild their Order's presence in Ferelden. I cannot ask him to accompany me. Nor can I ask him to help prepare the child for what his future will hold. Not when he will also need to begin to seek a cure for the poison in his veins.

[Amell seems to look towards the remnants of the fire by their feet, almost as though they are not there at all, before walking away as well with the drunken dwarf.]

...He would be so smug if he knew these were my dreams right now. [The bastard, and yet... her tone suggests beyond the annoyance, the fondness is strong.] I shall consider it, yet that would imply returning to that Castle to offer this third option in the first place.

[And she has to ask:] You are certain you want another nonhuman among you?