While it hurts to allow this to get to her, for her to break down, there is relief in letting go. She hasn't truly been able to share what this has done to her, and Liaran is the best person with the best ears. He has always been there for her, for issues that seem so... So minor now. She had been frowned upon by so many before, but none had looked at her with such disgust than when she was a prisoner assumed as the Divine's murderer. It is true that she has come far, has shown mercy when the responsibility has been given to her. So many have come out of this better because of the combined efforts of an elf and humankind.

You're not a waste, Isetriel... That isn't the first time he has told her this. Liaran and Istimaethoriel were the only who thought as much. The Keeper had found so much faith in a girl who'd found her magic at such a young age. Yet she had failed for so long to master it, and even her skills now are so fresh and new. Liaran hugs her so fondly, kisses her in an outpour of love that she missed so much. It, at the very least, closes the well of tears.

He is right to point out the accomplishments she has made. She can do this, and she has so many times already. Corypheus is terrified, she knows. She will find him, she will stop him...

And perhaps, finally, the shems will think highly of elves for once.

She has been expected to appear as this fearless leader, a beacon of hope for Thedas. But she needs to hear that Liaran will protect her, even if she doesn't truly need to be protected. Isetriel hangs on his words, closes her eyes when he whispers in her ear that he will be here for her. That he will stay.

Her arms reach out to him, drape over his shoulders as her head tilts upward to let their lips meet again. She has to kiss him, to show him how much his words mean to her.

"Ar lath ma, Liaran..." She kisses him again, "I am stronger now with you beside me. If you are to stay, to fight next to me... We will finally go home. Together."