[ Leilani is well aware of her luck when it comes to the people around her. To think that Cassandra, Cullen, Josephine and Leliana all trust her to do what is right, to make choices for their people, their armies, their lands... It terrifies her. She doesn't think she's much at all, but she stands here all the same wearing the mantle because, more than anything else, she wants to prove herself. She's scared of what might happen if she fails.

Lifting her hand, she reaches to tie her hair up and out of her face, staring out at the weather with grim determination. She has to survive this, even if her feet are getting colder and colder. ] The Creators aren't like that. It's said that Fen'Harel trapped them away a long time ago, and we're waiting for them to come back, or something. I suppose it seems quite foolish for us to sit and hope that our people will return to is. [ Leilani shakes her head, stepping forward, grim and sure. ] At least we don't have to sing to all the corners of the world to do it.

[ Turning back to look at the woman behind her, Leilani shrugs a shoulder. ]

I've survived worse than this.