When the Viscount had asked Aveline to lead one of his more contentious nobles through the prisons as a display of how the Guard truly was cracking down on crime, she had expected a dull day. She was sorely mistaken; For better or for worse. "Dare I ask why you are in here? And why is Sebastian naked?" "It was just supposed to be a game of Wicked Grace."

A brief stop in Crestwood to make camp leads to some questions of safety when it comes to Sera's appetite. A few bandits may never be the same.

Magic is a sin; a curse, they would murmur. Hawke had never believed that before. What had changed? When had she started to doubt? His expression darkened further, throat tightening. Was this his doing, then? Had he driven her to curse the power she had been born with? He desired to make her see that she had worn away this belief of his. (Post game. Fluffy.)

In efforts to lighten the miserable mood fallen upon the party while traveling the Fallowmire, Taryn Lavellan recalls one of her less than popular habits during one of her people's highest holidays.

Even heroes can only take so much before their emotional foundations begin to break. (FemHawke x Fenris Act 2 Romance)

There had been a time when she could proudly declare exactly who she was; A Dalish hunter, granddaughter of the Lavellan Keeper, servant of Dirthamen, and devout follower of the Vir Tanadhal. But now… Now could she call herself any of those things? (Post game AU)

A miserable night on the Storm Coasts reveals that not everything in the Fade are ancient battles and somber memories.

Cassandra had hoped that the Herald might act as a tempering agent against the force that was Sera. Not all hopes can be fulfilled.