[ Bastien smiles. It’s an odd sort of relief, the kind that’s mixed with the disappointment of feeling a bit silly, like searching with increasing panic for a key and finding it in your own pocket. But it’s still a relief, and the kiss he presses into Byerly’s hair is a silent merci. ]

Kaiten.

[ Not even one of the big important ones. It doesn’t make it onto most maps. It isn’t all that far from Kirkwall, though. ]

Don’t tell anyone. [ Goes without saying, perhaps. ] Except, you know, if it is a matter of Fereldan security, that is fine. Or if you would like to make fun of me behind my back with Yseult. She knows. I was betrayed by one of those spirits in the Crossroads. Yours was much cuter than mine.