and i still find pieces of you in the back of my mind

[paperwing]

WHO: Sabriel and semi-open.
WHAT: Sabriel goes about her business. Probably feelings. Probably talking.
WHEN: Latter Wintermarch, after she returns from Warden training with Felix and Kaidan.
WHERE: Skyhold.
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[paperwing]

"It does," Sabriel agrees, because the first part is easy even if you have very few pieces, and there's no use in denying it.

The second is harder, because yes. Yes, they can, and Dorian can tell, though again, that's not hard to guess. She leans back a little in her chair, biting her lip. Maybe this was why she was wary after all, because Dorian would ask, would turn it into a request. And Sabriel wanted to help; it was why she had taken up arms in the Inquisition, why she had become a Councillor, why she does many things that the Order, in its whole state, would likely frown upon.

It's a secret to keep them safe.

But was it right to keep it from Dorian, considering his ties to Felix?

Sabriel hesitates.

"We know pieces," Sabriel ventures. "But what is likely occuring, perhaps even as we speak? It is a part of why we came here. The Wardens are-"

She stops, words dying. Silent. Sabriel closes her eyes, hand across her forehead. She can't tell him anymore than that. She can't.

[liberalum]

"I can't help you," Dorian says, only after waiting a fraction of a moment after Sabriel swallows her words. "You, your Wardens. Nor Felix. Not if you're not willing to part with these secrets which, I suspect, are going to begin affecting us all."

There is really only a touch of sympathy in his eyes, but mostly frustration. He isn't curious for the sake of curiousity, little in the way of hunger in his study of her.

"And I certainly can't bring anything to the War Table on anyone's behalf without something of substance. You said it yourself -- you came here for a purpose. It can't only be to whisper amongst yourselves and hope the Inquisition does right by your people."

[paperwing]

She knows they will have to tell, eventually. The advisers, those in charge, know some of it; enough to know how imperitive it is that they act soon, or lives be lost. Not that she would deny the liberating of the people in Orlais; that wouldn't sit right with her. But there is truth in Dorian's words. Alistair revealed the Calling. Dorian has pieced some of it together, and it was what Alistair had wanted, wasn't it? Assistance.

Sabriel opens her eyes again, looking at Dorian through her fingers as her hand slides down her face. She is, truthfully, tired of tomorrow. She wants to act now.

"We were called to Orlais." Her words are quiet, almost inaudible. That part's not entirely out of the reach of public knowledge, though. "We could all hear it, The Calling. If that were to happen, what of future blights? Of Old Gods? And so she told us of her plan."