She really shouldn't. That tell-tale flush of a fever is starting to creep into her cheeks, even as she shakes her head in protest.

"I'll manage. I just...tripped over some mud, I'm certain. Clumsy of me." She doesn't want Cade fretting. She doesn't want anyone fretting over her, that's not how any of this works. She's the one meant to take care of them. Even during the Blight, it had been that way.

Home. Skyhold was home, now. That little room she shared with Zevran was home, as much as anything was anymore.