Ridiculous. He doesn't even know her - and what he does know of her is nothing complimentary. He's the one, after all, who had thought so little of her as to condemn and undermine her publicly. She had interrogated him at his first arrival, been harsh and hostile and treated him like a threat. He has no reason to think she is better than anything.

She stays where she is, curled on her side and facing the wall, all too aware of him as he stands and looks down at her. Somehow, she knows that it is safe to turn her back on him, just as she knows that he would never tell anyone what she had so unintentionally revealed to him.

She cannot bring herself to thank him for that. Not when loneliness and the great weight of loss press down upon her, threatening to crush her. Not when Despair crowds eagerly over her, moving in to fill the space that Obi-Wan had occupied.

It seems colder, the farther he moves away.

But he's asked her a question, and she must answer. She swallows the lump in her throat, along with her pride, and jerks her head in a nod.

"Please."

Better that Obi-Wan know all her secrets, than all of Skyhold know even half of them.