Ice stands out from her left arm, skewering the muscle of her forearm. She flexes her hand, tries to ball it into a fist, but it feels weak - too weak to hold a bow steady. Leliana approaches, then, beating one of the demons in the face - or whatever it has that passes for a face - with her bow, once and twice before her knife is in hand.

Few know how Justinia cared for the plight of mages. Few would care to know. Leliana could have done more, but she works though the knot in her stomach as she reaches for her blade, stabbing the demon so she can try to continue her procession towards Vengeance.