Leliana moves from the Rookery less and less. Her interrogations and meetings of the Advisers are the only real reason she has to depart. Sleep is taken in smaller and smaller doses, meals are brought to the Rookery and are a chore she forces herself through to keep her mind sharp and her body strong. To leave them untouched would be an insult to those without food, and it would be stupid, but there are times when it all seems set to stick and catch in her throat.

She stands over papers on her desk, speaking in quiet murmurs with a scout, and glances up to catch Maria's gaze before handing the scout a three letters and sending them running.

"Maria," she starts, and there is a lingering severity in her voice from this entire day - this month, this campaign, everything accumulating - that is not intended for the templar, but rings out in her tone all the same. "I can imagine why you're here."

The announcement about Anders has only recently gone up, but she cannot imagine it will be long before there are others who would speak with her.