[ his mouth twists into an immediate frown, expression darkening. ] .. Mythal's are not the first I've worn, but hers was the only claim I chose.

[ his fingers lift again, brushing one of the branches that mark his cheekbone, and his expression eases once more. ]

The vallaslin do not mean what the Dalish think they mean. [ he glances away, easing down and letting his legs dangle against the stone wall, crossing his ankles neatly. ] When I first came to Mythal's service, I took her mark willingly, but it wasn't an act of devotion at the time. It's different now.