The voice scraps across her skin like a blast from a frozen wasteland, prickling it, tightening her grip on the extinguisher. She'd thought to be quick — put out what she could, grab what she had left hidden away, and go. In and out.

It wasn't going to be that easy. When had it ever been that easy? This week had been all about catching up with friends.

There was no point in trying to hide, any more than there had been when Lavellan had seen her open the door. But she doesn't feign, this time — her weapon is our as soon as she hears him speak.

That occurrence alone is warning enough.

"Rinzler."