"Not even six months," Waver said. He had kept count, because so much of him was conflicted about being away. Beyond anyone else there was his apprentice-bodyguard-whatever-other-role-she-decided-on, Gray, and if he was gone then she was doubtlessly worried. "The deathly gray of autumn, before winter began properly."

It was always a poetic time of year to describe. "Hm. So one versus many. If they ache for each other, then Skyhold as a central location for where everyone must be makes sense." Waver tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Good, there's a logic to it at the very least." He hated illogical magic.

"Ah." He nodded, and at this point, Waver was happy to let the subject go. "Well, I'll not dwell on it then. I just wanted to make sure I didn't cause offense or hurt feelings."