"That you do ... and don't worry about Sera. She half thinks I'm an abomination already." He waggled his eyebrows at her, before his expression became more serious.

"I will look after him, for both of us, and Varric too." He snorted softly, "And Solas, of all people, is not allowed to bully me about relationships with spirits." He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek, and sliding one of his magical rings into her hand. "For luck ... and that's for protection. I expect you to bring it back to me, Inquisitor."