Close Your Eyes

Heryn: Close your eyes.

Dorian: Again?

Heryn: Not like that. Just close your eyes.

Dorian: Fine.

Heryn: Imagine. You’re coming back to Tevinter. You’re walking down the streets of Minrathous. No more snow. The sun is high and you can smell the flowers on the balconies and… look, I’m right beside you, holding your hand.

Dorian: And everybody is starting at us and whispering.

Heryn: Of course they are. Look at us. We’re beautiful and fascinating.

Dorian: Oh Amatus… I wish it was that simple.

Heryn: Fuck them, Dorian. Let them talk. I’m coming with you.