She kissed his cheek, cold as mountain stone. Then she jumped off the rampart, the silver key blazing, and the rift above screamed as if it knew—for the first time—it was not the biggest threat in the room.
She reached into her pack and pulled out the Idol. It wasn't lyrium anymore. It was a silent, silver key.
She didn't understand until the third DLC. The Trespasser . The Qunari's plan. The slow, creeping dissolution of her left arm.