"The heart of the dread god of lies should belong to someone capable of keeping it, shouldn't it?" - Morrigan's raspy, flirtatious voice echoed around the room as Rook searched for her with his eyes, to no avail. - "Look up the Inquisition, once a force for order in a time of ruin. It was there that a certain little person managed to put a stop to Solas' plans. The Inquisitor was the only one besides Mythal who ever caused him to falter." - Like an ominous warning, the woman appeared behind Rook, hovering over his back as if about to devour him.
"Leave the child alone, Morrigan. As if everything he was going through wasn't enough, he doesn't need a witch tormenting him" - a warmer, more knowing and sweet voice soothed the flirtation and tension Morrigan had brought with her. With a firm, graceful step, the one person they could trust to bring Solas at last back to his feet was present.
Even if Solas had destroyed her heart and abandoned her, they both knew there were undeniable things, like the great love they had for each other despite all the bad things. It was obvious that the inquisitor was furious and wanted to tear his ears off, but she was also eager to see this being who had once made her sigh as a young girl who had just had her first love. You could tell how much love she had for him because whenever he was mentioned, her ears tinkled perhaps paying more attention and her eyes had a particular gleam in them.
Rook could almost feel Solas shouting a "take me to my wife" at him and he could understand it.... Oh inquisitor, the woman you are.
"Rook, my name is.... Well, you probably already know it, I belong to the Lavellan clan, it's nice to meet you" - it wasn't just her voice, it was the gentleness of her walk, of her gestures, this woman had finished off Corypheus, she had been in command of the inquisition, she was rough. Rook heard many, many anecdotes of the inquisitor being a bloody beast on the battlefield, in fact he expected something more like a savage, but no. She was totally different, like a queen, had the bearing of a noble, ironic being a dalish.
Damn the dreadwolf, this woman had already captivated they and they had only shared a couple of words.