"You...you have a potion? To cure him?" Cyrion's voice was hopeful.

"Dad, there's only one cure for the Taint." 

"And it's not really a cure, as such."

"He'd become a Grey Warden. Like me and Alistair." 

"But it would save him?" 

"Not...not for good, and it could kill him-"

"Azry-" Cyrion took one of her hands in his. "Azry, he'll die from this anyway. Please, if it might- if it could-"

Azry moved closer, to hug her father, her brother cuddled safe between them. "You don't know what you're asking."

"No, no I don't. But I still...I can't watch him die like this. I can't...not at least if there's something we can do to change that."

"We can make the potion, we can put it together. You don't have to use it, but at least it will be there?"

"It is a significant decision, Azry, but he doesn't have a lot of time. The Blight can take the healthiest men down in hours." 

"You think I'm not aware of that, Wynne? You think I'm trying to draw this out to kill him faster?" Azry spat. 

Alistair hugged her, and pressed a kiss to her temple. "Wynne didn't mean that. We'll go, but we'll be back soon."

Azry gripped his wrist once, and then let go. 

Alistair, Wynne and Leliana left, heading up towards Arl Eamon's estate.

Zevran knelt down beside his friend, resting a hand on the small of her back. 

"He would not have to be a Warden."

"It's not like being a solider. It's not something you can run from."

"Yes, he will be a Warden in nature, inexorably. But, considering his age, you could just Join him, and not have him join? So to speak."

"Warden in nature, not name."

"Precisely. You cannot hide from him that it happened, but you can keep him from the fight."

Cyrion laughs softly, and a little sadly. "You can't keep Adaia's children from the fight. Only temper their hot-headed recklessness." 

"Should've known Stio was gonna take up hell raising in my place," Azry murmurs, stroking his hair back from his face. 

"After every thing that happened here, could you blame him?" Shianni says. 

"No. I would've been spitting mad too. Already was, before Duncan took me away."

Shianni kneels down beside Azry, to cuddle her. "Don't blame yourself. You got us out."