Tear tracks remained glistening on her cheeks, even if the sobbing had slowed and finally stilled. Every time there was a noise from down below she flinched, her arms wrapping around herself. Being here wasn't safer than being anywhere else, after all. There had been the hope that Skyhold would be different...

Simon had so hoped, she knew. He'd wanted to stop running. But it seemed that they would never stop, that something would always wait in the shadows for them to not be looking, to lower their guard. Simon would always be running, and even then he might not be safe from her if things went wrong.

"...should have left me..." she rasped at last, her eyes lowering to the stone beneath their knees.