Leliana used to travel with Alistair and me, during the Blight. We were constantly on the run, fighting for our lives, trying to build alliances with people who could help us...and in between all that, we had a really marvelous time. We got kicked out of taverns and played Maker only knows how many rounds of "Bed, Wed, or Behead" and told stories and...yes. She was a big fucking part of my life, and now I can't even write her letters. And as happy as I am here, sometimes I really do hate that.