It's coming had Simon thinking of a number of terrible things. An attack on Skyhold, like the one that had brought Haven low, chief among them...but it came when they fell... The mage knew that kind of talk. Simon turned his head away for a moment, straining to listen for any raised alarm. There were no horns...but Simon swore he heard other screams in the distance--and then the crash and roar that had him moving enough for the both of them.

"We're going," he said, quick to tuck one arm under River's knees and brace her shoulders with the other, adrenaline surging as he lifted her off the cot. "We're going right now, it will be all right..."