Paying enough mind to be sure that Ennaris is on board, and thereafter focusing entirely on the elf, Gwenaëlle is entirely zeroed in on their work—

and less concerned with the arboreal Dalish’s final moments. This will probably feature in a nightmare, weeks from now, but in the moment she doesn’t allow herself to think about anything except that Ennaris’s abilities might glean them something of use before he’s nothing more than a strange shape worked in wood.

“Was this deliberate?”