The people who had gathered to watch the duel are now dispersing, chuckling as they make fun of the retreating Orlesian fancy pants. This area of the docks is now becoming a more private place, which is good, because there's a degree of embarrassment here for Christine for having been the subject of a duel.

"I know," she says, sinking into his embrace with a sigh and hands splayed across his back. "But with its history and the weak Veil... you know how I have been." Her voice lowers, as if there is still anyone close enough to overhear. "You have seen my tears. And you have wiped them away. Every day I accept this place a little more because I return to my home with you. You do make me happy, even in Kirkwall." She smiles, but it's tinged with worry. "No more duels, my silly man. I have a thing against you dying as well. I would go so far as to say you are forbidden from doing it."