[ She skips the 'it's me' and immediately tends to his request. Calm and quiet. He needs to conserve air more than anything, and if she does all the talking, it may help with that. It's the very, very least she can do, though she's also hurtling toward the armory to retrieve a shovel, and then... what then? ]

When you took me to that lake, the one you love, in Ferelden, you talked about Mia and Branson. About growing up just near there, and how you went to the lake for some peace. I could see it so clearly, how much it meant for you to go back there. We should go again. Soon.

[ With any luck, the memory will provide some comfort. He has to know, first, that she is real and is really coming to find him. ]

You said there that you ought to have died at Kinlock, or Kirkwall, or at Haven, but you didn't. You'll live through this, too; I swear it.