Meanwhile, River's attention had been drawn by the statue of Andraste that overwhelmed most of the tiny chapel. Stone arms. They should have been enough to protect him, but they cast shadows instead. How could you feel anything but small?

Cole's voice echoed softly in the room, warmer against the stone than the brief flicker of candlelight that sputtered at the statue's feet. She still lingered back some distance, eyes on Cade almost wistfully.

Maybe she could learn to help them better, if she watched. All she seemed to do was unnerve him.