Nimia Surana is no stranger to guilt ; it has eaten away at her with every footstep since leaving Kinloch Hold, every detail of every moment painted on her eyelids when she sleeps at night. But none of that has prepared her for seeing Jowan’s face on the amulet she holds in her hands, smiling in a way she feels she hasn’t seen in a lifetime. From the look of Yevralan’s face, he sees the same with Tamlen.
❝ Some sort of magic ; I couldn’t tell you what kind, ❞ she answers with a whisper. She knows that is not the answer he’s looking for. ❝ Is it meant to comfort us? To remind us how we got here? I wish I had an explanation for anything in that temple. ❞ She does wonder how he has reacted to the things they saw there, the Maker’s presence so very undeniable to a girl who believes with her whole heart. But that is not a question to be asked now.
Without warning, Nimia holds the amulet out over the fire, lets flames dance around her hand without flinching. ❝ Maybe I should just destroy it. ❞
not many know the tales of yevralan’s adventures with the ill fated tamlen; how they snuck passed ferelden guard and stole from orlesian nobles and found themselves in situations more than sticky. that through the years they were always together --- there was no yevralan without a tamlen by his side, and here sits the warden, staring with glassy eyes into the amulet where he sees only his face. he is alone, there is no weight next to him such as there always had been. it was hard to cope with the pain of it.
he continues to stare at the reflection as she speaks, not once does his gaze lift to meet hers. he misses those eyes, he misses that smile... it was wrong for him not to be there, it was wrong for that damned temple to play with him like that, it was wrong for it to play with either of them, and yet here they are. broken and bloody and bruise and aching for any kind of love from those they had lost. he watches her hold the amulet in the fire, a fascination for how she does it without burning, but he stares back down at the haunting smile instead, ‘maybe it can remind us why we’re out here... who we’re fighting for, you know? i don’t know...’