I know some of it. [ Robyn confirms quickly, looking from Carver to Alistair, and then to Anders. ] I can explain what the Inquisitor and Dorian have told me. [ She turns again to the younger Hawke and, ever the mother hen, firmly says: ] You've done more than enough for us; you needn't go through it anymore just yet. Thank you.

[ It must be exhausting, she thinks, relaying all of that with almost the entire story being so dark and grim. That future may not come to all of them, but it's still endlessly important to know what they may face in their respective futures. They wouldn't know a lot of the details without Carver's contribution, generating a surge of gratefulness for the Warden.

As if reading her mind, Oren trots over to him and tries to lick his hands in a reassuring sort of way. ]

At least we know that it ends. [ She says firmly. ] And it may not happen exactly that way for all of us. Corypheus may not always be freed, the Wardens might not always turn to blood magic; it isn't easy to think of it this way, with so much left to chance, but it... helps.

[ After all, in more version of their world than not, she doesn't even exist. ]

I only wanted to see where we stand. [ "We," we Grey Wardens, all of us together as one, small unit. ] But we needn't dwell on it, not while there isn't much to be done.