"There is little mystery to be had here but- another day." He lists to the side until their shoulders are brushing- settles and leans there against her as though this was any number of trees they sat under ten years ago. Any numbers of bottles of wine. Things they saw and things they survived- things they changed.

Hardened or not; they became more than what they were. Perhaps he needs to remember that.

He takes the bottle back and swigs from the neck, offering it to her with a slow sigh. "We could be doing more. And you? Could be doing less. I do not understand how it is we've all come to this muddling mess- me doing as I have ever done and little has come of it, Alistair being himself, Morrigan hiding- well. She had reason. And you. Left hand of the Divine. The work is good. That it has hardened your heart? Worries me- but of all of us you are the one that stepped forward or backward to shape Thedas. Even Wynne did more with her time than I."

Circling around an idea, and it tied into their earlier argument. "...How do you do it? Lock away Leliana, become The Nightingale? Even when they call me Ombra Nera I am but myself but for them- those I have saved...I need to be more."