Cassandra smiles gently. "You have walked beside me down the paths where a thousand arrows sought my flesh. You have stood with me when all others have forsaken me," she murmurs quietly.

But her smile vanishes quickly, replaced by a sober expression. "I...I do not know," she admits, bowing her head. "There are still those who swear they saw Andraste herself, reaching from the Fade. That she touched the Herald's hand. But..." She shakes her head. "Why would the Maker's Bride send her to us, only for Him to take her to His side so quickly?" A new thought occurs to her, and she turns to Malcolm anxiously. "Are we truly so unworthy? Have we already failed Him?"