"I don't know," she admits, touching his jaw, hand turning to slide back and settle on his nape, thumb brushing the curve of his ear. "It will depend what I hear. I haven't been paying enough attention to know where would be safe. Maybe Treviso, first. Then Rivain, or Ferelden. We'll find somewhere, if we have to. We may not," she reminds, as nails card through the short hair at the scruff of his neck, "We may be just fine."

She tightens her grip and gives him a little shake. "Come on. Let's go in to bed. There's nothing we need do tonight."