“She saved my life. Making sure she was seen by a healer was the least I could do,” Cat answers. “She what?” Xaden moves forward as the healer stands upright. “You heard me. She put herself between that giant orange dragon and me.” She rises from her seat—the same chair Xaden sat in while I slept in here for days after Resson, poisoned by the venin’s blade. “Thank you, Sorrengail.” She chokes on the words a little before passing by Xaden on her way out. “Solas—” I start to explain. “Oh, I already know,” he seethes. “Sgaeyl told me.”
