I cannot yet persuade her on the matter of the Dalish, [ he confesses. ] She witnessed a clan murder a member of her staff and attempt to slaughter the rest of the party. Including myself and Alistair. While I do not agree with the aftermath of what was done to that clan, watching our people choose to kinslay and scatter what remained, her rage can be understood. It is a process, adjusting her opinion. But she did not do anything with that rage. I cannot claim credit for that.

[ which is something, as weak of an excuse as it sounds. ]

You needn't doubt I would throw myself between any blade she held against another elf, even at the cost of her love for me.

[ he exhales, drinks where she does not. ]

I love her because she infuriates me, and yet the idea of her not spending the rest of her life being a constant thorn in my side would cause me to despair.