"Meredith and I. She takes no pleasure in writing those letters." He knew why. Sometimes it was difficult not being able to say something that would mitigate the harsh opinions and help others to understand. He knew she wouldn't thank him for it, would view it as a violation of her confidence. So he stayed silent and in turn didn't hold it against others when they saw only what she allowed. That stoicism of hers was a double edged sword.

"It's funny hearing that from the Champion of Kirkwall." He was teasing her, yes, but there was respect behind the light tone, something deep seated in his eyes when he glanced her way. "It shouldn't be such a surprise. I suppose during that time you didn't yet know what you could do."

His smile canted toward something more abstract. "Maybe desire to see family? The Wardens don't allow much of that, though, from what I understand." He doubted she knew he was there at all, probably for the best. There would be nothing to say beyond an awkward, I'm sorry.

The glow of the water faded away to slate shadow as the sun fell behind the skyline of Kirkwall. He could feel the wind beginning to turn, blowing from land toward the sea. It was time to hoist the small sail. He stood and moved to do it while he had the light to see.