She let out a harrumph, and then her shoulders drop with a sigh. "Yes. A real fucking mess, Anders. But, help us clean it up. The people here are desperate. So desperate, I've been named as Emissary of Kirkwall, and I'm to go find aid, starting by knocking on the Inquisition's door. Hopefully they will give us some supplies and some troops to shove right up Sebastian's arse."

She huffed and held her hand up to him, trying to stop him before he could laugh at her. "And before you say anything, yes, I am aware that I am probably the worst choice for this sort of thing, but the point was made that I'm the only choice. Doesn't do well to inspire confidence, but, there you have it."

She reached out to him, grabbing his arm and squeezing, perhaps a little harder than she should, but she was never known for her softness.

"I know that your time here wasn't happy for you, Anders. But, I also know you want to help people who can't help themselves just as much as I do. So...find a way. Help them. Help...someone. Anyone. It's the only way any of us can find redemption." She thought of Wesley, and her throat tightened a little. She couldn't help him, and that grief still weighed heavy on her heart.