"It won't last much longer," she promises, though she can't really say how true that might or might not be. "We'll get you lying down - on your side, preferably; it wouldn't do for you to be on your back and risk getting sick and choking - and before you doze off again I'll find something that can make you rest a little easier. Trust me."

Trust me. Says the girl who can hardly walk in a straight line or figure out where she's going. Who told Skyhold to be so big, anyway?