major/cullen.
No apology is necessary; I completely understand. Penelope woke up as a Qunari (one of Asala Adaar's race), which was a bit of a challenge for her. She is not accustomed to having to negotiate so much height. Or horns.
Things with Penelope proceed well. We had a talk about the wedding date, including the fact that she had been concerned I might change my mind if given too much time to think about it, and my own fear that she would come to regret her choice if it were rushed. The good thing about her temporary change to another race is that Penelope's fear was silenced. As I loved her no less when she was seven feet tall with gray skin, she no longer doubts that I would fail to love her in any other circumstance. As for myself, I asked if she would be willing to wait until this world's new year begins in six weeks' time, and Penelope has agreed. We are both satisfied with the 31st of December as our wedding date, that we may begin a new year as husband and wife.
The beginning of cold weather makes me think of lyrium more than I like. It should not matter. It's not as if there is any of it here to trouble me. The withdrawal used to give me chills, though, and the cold has me thinking of it, and whether it is any temptation or not, I do not like to think of it.