In many ways, Sabriel was wise. Hardened through circumstance, grief, experience. She was wise enough to know that daydreams weren't real, that if any of it became true, it would not last; many things didn't. Forever wasn't a place nor a destination - you could want it, mean it, but everything ended. Her father's happiness with her mother had ended the day she was born. The years in the back of a caravan had ended, too, and her father had left - she could count the number of physical visits he'd made with her hands. A forever with Scipio would not last. Her time at Skyhold would end, and then what of it? There was so much before that could happen before, or after, and everything would change.

But there were some things she could know nothing of.

As aware as she was that everything was fleeting, she didn't want it to be. She wanted things, even if she didn't truly understand what it was that she felt, or wanted, or wished for, with Scipio. An understanding that forever was not something to expect didn't banish it away. She was, in the end, a romantic. She would give her all, even if she knew. For how could she know? You only understood once it was over and done, being someone who had never fallen for another.

An almost, intended forever was harder to break. She could not know that, either.

But forever is not now, and she does not think on it. When tonight's forever is over, maybe it will come to her then, because that's the way nights always were. Maybe not, because as he says, tomorrow will be another forever. As long as she returns, there will be more.

"Hmm," she ponders. But there is no mystery in her delay. She will agree. "I do. With stories, and your song? I would happily, if you would be, too."