"It's open!" Melora called. Her voice sounded further away than Hawke may have expected--Probably because the girl was outside her window, sitting on a branch. It was a little chilly, but Melora sat on the branch, swinging her bare feet back and forth and poking idly at her phone.
It had been a crappy week. She almost wished there had been a few darkspawn left behind for her to fight, but Melora wasn't really the type to take her frustrations out by hitting things. Well, most of the time, anyway. She frowned, thinking about the incident at the palace last week.