"Leandra."

"Em, this is our home."

"No, it was your home. In a week it will be a pile of rubble and ashes -"

"Em."

"I don't care what everyone was saying, Leandra, this is a Blight. Ostagar is gone, you can see the smoke, Lothering is doomed. You can't stay. Please, leave. Don't get the kids killed."

"That's not fair."

"I know."

 

"Someone might stop them, maybe the king is still alive, maybe they just retreated, it's the king and Teryn Loghain, they can't have just lost."

"Leandra."

"Fine. We'll go. If they get closer. I am not abandoning our life while there's still hope."

 

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, Em, it's not your fault. I know you're just trying to do what you think is best."

"Not for that. I need Malcolm's notes, his books - "

"No, Em, we've talked about this - "

"If you're fleeing at the last minute you won't have time to take them all, they'll weigh you down too much. I'll give them back if you get out or if it all blows over somehow but - "

"But Bethany..."

"You know some of those aren't appropriate for her."

"It worked out fine for you and Mal, maybe when she's older..."

"Leandra."

 

"...I'll get the chest. We'll go to Kirkwall when - when we go."

"Thank you."

"Say goodbye to the kids."

"Yeah."

 

"What's not appropriate for me?"

"You were listening in."

"Duh. Don't dodge the question. What's not appropriate for me?"

"...We'll tell you when you're older."

"That's not fair."

"I know."

"I love you Auntie. Take care."

 

"Sefton. I assume you heard everything?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to Orlais. I'll make my way up to Kirkwall when I can."

"Good luck. I promise not to be eaten by darkspawn."

"I know you don't like sentimental goodbyes. I love you. Keep your family safe for me."

"I will."

 

"Carver."

"Em."

"Are you doing OK?"

"Beth fixed me up."

"Not what I meant."

"I'm fine."

"Stay that way."